I can sympathize, BSL.
Wife #1 was a 44D. She chose to take her new custom 1911A1 to the range, the gun with a long ejector installed.
She was fond of wearing scoop-neck white tank tops and an open shirt for summer attire.
Her first double-tap had her screaming, handing me the gun, and her diving into the Grand Canyon to fish out that hot brass.
Neatest burn marks, I must admit. IIRC, there were headstamp tattoos. She was a trooper, buttoned up and continued shooting the rest of the session.
Contrast that with Wife #2, who gages how done bacon is by the sound of the smoke detector. I bought her one of those splatter screens to minimize carnage, nice guy that I am.