Below is a photo of the beautiful bouquet that my husband, Charlie, gave me for Valentine’s. We’ve been married 16, almost 17 years (and together for 19). Yet, he never ceases to surprise me. If you’d ask me ten years ago if I’d still be getting flowers for Valentine’s at this point in our relationship, I would’ve said – probably not. However, I’m happy to say, I was wrong…:)
He also got me a much-needed item, this gigantic paper cutter for my art projects and furniture upcycling and whatnot! :)
I know, right? Such an odd gift, but I was thrilled! I was trying to cut some wallpaper the other day to decoupage the table below, and never did get it straight.
I wrestled with the paper for over an hour. It just kept rolling and slipping no matter what I did. It still managed to wriggle/spring out of my grip after I taped it down with shipping tape. So, I gave up. And I’m going to cut it with scissors again and sand it until it’s straight. But next time, I won’t have to! THANK YOU, AGAIN, Mr. Man (i.e. my husband)…:)
That said, my Valentine’s Day gift to Charlie was as nontraditional as the paper cutter. You see, he requested that we exercise our constitutional right to bear arms on President’s Day, LOL (which was yesterday for those who live outside the U.S.).
We went to a local gun range with a couple of our friends and their 17-year-old daughter, Tiffany. I was surprised that Tiffany was interested. I wouldn’t have been at that age. Are you kidding? I would’ve been at the mall, the movies or at home nursing a hanngover, LOL.
As far as our day shooting paper people and the like, Tiffany seemed a little embarrassed by her lackluster aim with Charlie’s pistol. But I reminded her that it was her FIRST time handling a gun, after all. And she did hit the target 3 or 4 times (better than my stats the first time out, but we’ll get to that in a sec…:)).
We burned through 100 rounds of ammo with Charlie’s new Hi Point pistol, and check out my quasi successful results on my last attempt to nail the bullseye.
Not too shabby for an old lady who hasn’t touched a gun in over a decade, n’est-ce pas? Unfortunately, I forgot to snap a pic of my best efforts where I hit the ring closest to the bullseye three times. I had put all the targets in the trash, and Mr. Special Forces spilled a bottle Starbucks latte on it before I thought about capturing an image of them.
And I didn’t do as well on very last round because the grip had kind of bruised the side of my hand, probably from the action of the pistol against my hand – because I wasn’t holding the gun tight enough. But anyway….
No, before you ask, you’re not supposed to have food or drink at the range. Mr. Special Forces took it out of his backpack right before he left and dumped it. One of the employees did reprimand him for it. He nodded and apologized, but it was too late to immortalize my most-shredded wallpaper person, so to speak. Ah, well, lesson learned…:)
While I didn’t hit the bullseye, I did much better than my last venture at the outdoor range when I barely hit the target ONCE out of 20 rounds or so. The best I do was barely striking the top edge, lol. In fact, it didn’t even hit the target square on. It merely grazed it and made a moon-shaped gouge in the top of the target’s noggin.
However, my expertise was definitely NOT as good as the ex Special Forces dude next to me though…check out the photo below…
He pretty much decimated his poster proxy of a man’s torso (EEK). Remind me to never snag his parking space.
Anywho…t’was big fun, and now I’m thinking I might want this lovely Ruger for Mother’s Day.
http://www.vanceoutdoors.com/products2.cfm?id=123906
So appropro, is it not since purple is my favorite color?
Though it might seem like an odd Valentine’s Day gift, one romantic caveat occurred while at the range…Charlie said I looked very sexy blasting away with his weapon.
“What?” I asked. “Why?”
“You got the target.”I
I replied with a shrug, not feeling particularly proud.
Typical Charlie though. Does he get all hot and bothered when I’m wearing a little black dress? No, he gets all randy when I’m trying to bust a cap into a cardboard criminal in a noisy room full of strangers! :)
I guess we’re kind of like an 80s band in the romance department, LOL.
Get it?
GUNS
and
ROSES…..
Okay, so maybe that was funnier in my head. If you knew my husband, however, you’d know that was definitely a joke of the Charlie persuasion. He’s always spouting dumb zingers like that with a dorky play on words.
All righty then…time for something completely different…
Hope you all had a wonderful V-DAY and are experiencing a fantastic Tuesday…or at least not a horrible one.
~Ciao
Tenacious Bitch and her band of truth-spouting hippies.
TB/ks
