Brother Husbands

If Kody Brown gets four wives, why shouldn't I get two husbands?

I don't have two actual husbands, but I do have my husband-husband, Jay, and my "shooting husband", Mez.

Though we've only been married a few years, I think it's fairly obvious when Jay and I are together that we're together.  Jay's the saint that has to deal with the day-to-day GunDiva, which isn't always a wonderful thing, especially on Uterine Explosion Day.  Then it's really not a great thing to be married to me.

Mez and I have been friends for nine years or so, and have put thousands of rounds together downrange, so there's an easy familiarity between us, which some people read as us being a couple.  Mez, I think, gets the better end of the brother husband deal, in that he only has to deal with me when we're shooting, and I'm usually in a pretty good mood when we're shooting.

Ever since Jay and I have gotten married, I've secretly giggled at the folks at the shooting range who couldn't figure out who I was "with". The three of us ask to be grouped together when we shoot, because shooting with friends is always more fun.  New shooters, or people who don't know us, are always confused by the dynamic.

While we were in Las Vegas last week, the confusion continued.  We three muskateers pretty much did everything together; I was flanked by two men wherever I went (except to the bathroom - that I did all by my lonesome), one husband up front, one in the back.

At one booth, Jay received a phone call that he had to take, so he stepped out, which left Mez and I together.  I said something about Jay having to take the call and missing all the fun.  A gentleman in front of us asked something and I answered, "oh, it's okay, I've got my other husband right here".  The look on his face was priceless.  Offended, but priceless.  I couldn't leave well enough alone, so I continued, "this works out great, this way, I always have one husband with me".  Finally, the guy stuttered out something along the lines of to each their own and stared stonily ahead.

Jeez, you'd think in Sin City, people would be a bit more open minded, wouldn't you?

All I can say is thank God my brother husbands have a sense of humor and that they like each other.  Thirteen hours in a car together each way could have been a bad thing otherwise.

I might as well enjoy it while I can, because one of these days Mez is going to find the perfect woman for him and then either I gain a sister wife (so to speak) or lose a husband.