My wife, recently, walked into my gun room ... wherein there exist somewhere in the neighborhood of twenty-some thousand rounds, between shotshells, rim fire, and center fire ... of many a varying caliber. She started into histrionics ... about ... why did you spend SO much money and what was I going to do with them? Then, she saw an additional twenty-some long guns, that she knew that I didn't have eighteen months ago (she hadn't even looked into the safe .... I asked her, "Do you mean, why did I buy all of this?" "Because I can, it makes me feel like a grownup."