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Jon and I had date night last night. One of the most important things I learned from the break up of my first marriage is that if a couple doesn’t make time to simply be a couple, then you begin to forget how to do it. So, almost every week, we have a date night. I came downstairs and Jon handed me my new Smith & Wesson M&P 9c, in a brand new Blade-Tech holster, which we’d ordered, but I didn’t realize had arrrived. He handed it to me with the comment, "Happy date night."

My reply, "Are we going to the range?"

He grinned, and shook his head. "I just wanted to surprise you."

Ah, a new holster for my gun, that he’d already worked on so I could carry it the way I wanted to carry it. There’s a man that knows the way to my heart. We spent the next little bit trying the holster on, and seeing if it worked for the gun and ease of draw. We discovered that my pants, being girl pants, were not strong enough to stand up to the pull and tug without sagging. We also discovered that low rise is not good for gun carry; something I’d already discovered actually. But hey, I live in hope that this time it will work. Also, you need a belt, a good, solid belt, read boy belt. When I went upstairs to put one on, I realized I could get the date night surprise I’d gotten for Jon. Let’s just say that Fredrick’s of Hollywood makes some nice stuff that fits under clothes just fine. I’d chosen the color and fit with Jon in mind, put my clothes back on over it all, then went down stairs to play with the new holster some more. Admittedly, I flashed my husband so he’d know what I was wearing, but then that’s part of the fun. We finally put the guns back in the gun safe, because we also got out his FN and it’s new holster. If anything would make me pack my Browning in moth balls it would be the FN. So, far I’ve resisted, but damn it shoots nice.

My ex picked up the kiddo, and we were free to get ready to go out. First feed the dogs, so you won’t have to do that when you come home from dinner. Then wait for the dogs to digest, then finally take them out, then we could go out. I took Jon to an Indian restaurant, because that it one of his favorites. It’s not my favorite. I love naan bread, but other than that, I find it a little spicy, and I don’t care for cilantro which seems to be in everything. But this was about taking my husband out to the restaurant he wanted to go to, and I can find things to eat. It was wonderful. Seven years married and I still love looking across the table at him when it’s just the two of us. He danced in his seat to the Indian club music, but then Jon is always moving, dancing, either to the music that is playing in the room, or inside his own head. If you’ve been to a signing, you know what I mean. He helps me remember that we’re supposed to be dancing through life, not slogging. My work horse mentality sometimes puts lead in my feet. Jon helps me remember that there are lighter things to be wearing.

We drove home in rain with the sky lighting above us like some pyrotechnic show. We stayed downstairs long enough for the worst of it to pass, because our big puppy, Pippin, is terrified of storms. All sixty pounds of him crawled into my lap, along with Sasquatch. Sassy isn’t afraid of storms, he just wants to be in my lap, too. Jealous dogs. When the weather had calmed enough for Pip to voluntarily go to the other couch and lay by himself, we got to go upstairs. Yea!

Let’s just say the lingerie was a hit, and for all of you women out there that are like me and have curves, I find that Fredrick’s has a lot more variety that will fit us, then Victoria’s secret. Don’t despair of those curves, celebrate them.