What a relief we were done! That meant that we could spend Tuesday hanging the Christmas lights before the family descended upon us on Wednesday.
But we got a wild hare to go shopping again!
And Dr Pop picked up this:
Obviously, Christmas is a month away, but since I was with him, and I tried it on, and some other little extenuating circumstances occurred, I walked out of the store with this gorgeous bracelet on my wrist.
He's a good man and I do not care that I won't be unwrapping something on Christmas Day. This is perfect.
Or so I thought.
Fast forward to Friday. Black Friday. The day that is typically spent at home, avoiding the stores at all costs. Except this past one.
I won't go into the gory details of the day, but one of our five stops that day was at Sportsman's Warehouse. We'd been in a few times before, looking at pump action shotguns.
For some reason, both Dr Pop and I have been seriously considering buying a shotgun. At first, we wanted a handgun for home defense (hey, he travels and a woman was killed in our neighborhood about five years ago), but the more we compared handguns to shotguns, the more we were attracted to shotguns. Lemme tell you, the sound of the pump on a shotgun is one of the scariest noises around. Anyway, we had been intending to purchase one (ONE, mind you) for some time.
So we stopped by the gun department. Two hours later, we each had our own Mossberg Pump Action Shotgun. Dr Pop opted for a 12-guage, but that was too much gun for me.
I have this:
Scary, isn't it?
Seriously, though? The man buys me jewelry and firearms. He's perfect!