It has been hard. I mean it was either a new box of dry wall screws, a fairly new lawn mower blade or a screw driver. Let's face facts, any man that doesn't keep his wife's tools in good repair is a sorry excuse of a man. Anyhow, I thought, no, she never really seemed pleased with my practical gifts, one year she almost appeared to weep.
Then it hit me. A new gun. Why not. She's been packing a Lady Smith .38 for far too many years. It's heavy, and she was forever whining and complaining about the weight...kinda girly in my opinion. So, this little Ruger should fit the bill.
Now this little baby is light, fits her hand and she already owns a carry purse. Easy to wrap too. If I throw in a box of ammo, hey, two gifts with little sweat. If she's lucky I might spring for the nine mil. We'll see.
Gosh, I'm a genius.
Stephen
