I have been shopping for a new weapon. I am taking my time, trying out many friend's handguns and visiting various shops. I have had a touch of tendonitis in my wrist, which is complicating things - I don't want to develop a flinch, since it hurts every time I tighten my grip. Plus, I am a girl, which naturally means it takes me forever to make up my mind (hmph).
Mr. Harper had planned on the purchase being my Valentine's Day gift. Instead, I got an IOU in my card and a lovely box of chocolates from him and the kiddos. We don't do big V-Day, just token items. We went out for a casual family dinner, choosing a local burger joint over a nicer restaurant to avoid the smoochy crowds.
I was perfectly content with my middle class celebration until I read about the president's V-Day dinner. An estimated $900! Holy crap - and that was just for food and drink. Earlier in the day, while making an appearance at a school that actually had to interrupt their mid-February break and come to work to accommodate him, Obama remarked that getting the Wookie flowers was easy, because he has a rose garden. I believe that is the taxpayer's rose garden, Mister.