I would like to be a living weapon, actually. It would be more interesting than doing embroidery, and more fearsome, and sort of dude-like. I can't help wondering what H would think if I took up karate, and told a story really up close in his face. Or I could do something even more out of character, and learn to shoot a gun--spend a lot of time at the practice range with clay pigeons. DD11 might just casually mention to H: "Mom never cooks anymore; she's always out shooting her handgun." I can't see having any further problems with disrespect.
