Enjoy it while you can. Boys will come along and then you will have another problem to deal with.
With this in mind, I forgot to mention that I spend part of every weekend digging one hole in the desert. I figure one day some ******* is going to show up at my door to see one of my girls. I'm going to ask him how tall he is. If he says, "5'8"" I'm going to let him know I have a hole in the desert that is only 5'6" but if I break his ankles, he'll fit just fine...And no one will EVER find him. I think if one or two disappear, the rest will get the hint. Right?? Patch and I had a sister that no one in highschool would date. They were afraid of us, as they should have been.
As soon as my girls were old enough to talk and walk I trained them to fetch me a cold beer. All I had to do was mention that I was thirsty and off one would go to the 'fridge. Does that count as 'monsters'?
I don't think so...BUT, I remember my dad telling me numerous times why he had me.
Me: "Dad, why don't we get a TV with a remote control?"
Dad: "Why do you think I had you?"
Me: "Dad, why don't we get a garage opener?"
Dad: "Why do you think I had you?"
Me: "Dad, why don't we get a diswasher?"
Dad: "Why do you think I had you?"
Hahahaha....
AND just so you guys know, I do reload some. I'm very anal, and I stress over little ****, and load on a Dillon 1050. Changing calibers makes me crazy, because it is never right on the first try, and a trip to the range an back is a 2-3 hour deal by the time we set up the chronograph and get things dialed in. Honestly, I would rather buy it and know it is good right out of the box.
BUT...maybe one of these days, I'll put that 1050 in my garage and get it more dialed in.