I also love it when the M.O. shops!
When I got home from work today, there was a gray plastic box on my desk. Its label looked like this:
and its contents looked like this:
My very own .22 pistol! Seems the M.O. found a good deal on this Browning Buckmark at Collectors, and, ever sensitive to his lovely wife's needs (the wise words of Kim there), purchased it for me. Now honestly, what more could a girl ask for? My husband rocks!