Last night my wife was watching "The Stand" on Sci-Fi channel. For those of you unfamiliar, it's a Stephen King story having something to do with a biologic accident that kills like 99% of the people. <br><br>She was talking about what we'd do in similar situations and casually mentioned (TRANSFORMATION!) OUR survival gear. Funny, it's always been Your survival stuff. You know, that stuff you've left lying about in the living room too long, or that weird item that arrives to great excitement by you, while she pats you on your little head and says "That's nice, Dear". It seems that in a crisis, it becomes "ours". <br><br>The good news is that a) I got a few minutes of wife prodding in for free, and b) we had some good discussion on various scenarios where we'd have to get out and on what many of the items were and their uses.<br><br>With that, I feel much better prepared now that she has a slightly better understanding of preparedness.<br><br>Peanut