Free In Idaho!

Today in southwest Idaho we woke up to a ton of rain and thick clouds.  It looked like Seattle for awhile.  It snowed 5″ at the ski area above town.  Then it got windy… 30mph windy.  And cool.  A little thunder.  Then blue sky and big white fluffy clouds.  More wind.  Dark clouds on the horizon.

Then my phone buzzes.  Oh, a text message, and a picture.  From the youngest, who just went to Hawaii.  How nice, they upgraded her to an oceanview room.

I’ve bumped into this article on a couple of blogs lately…

New statistics show that hunting gear and firearm sales topped $3.7 billion in 2006, up 4.1 percent from the previous year. Only exercise equipment performed better, with sales of $5.22 billion, according to NSGA’s most recent “Sporting Goods Market” report. Golf equipment, which claimed the No. 2 spot the previous year, fell into the third spot with $3.66 billion in sales.

That’s pretty neat.  And I’ll bet the sale of hunting gear and “firearms sales” kicks the knickers off of golf sales in 2007 and 2008 as well.  Nothing like the threat of HRC or BHO in the White house to boost sales a little bit.  That, and the promise of a little “walkin’ around money” income tax rebate for the schlubs just before the election.

Speaking of buying guns and such, my sweetie and I were having a little discussion about toy buying.  Yes, it was a rabbit trail down which our conversation about the sexually and mentally challenged Democrat Governor of New York ran…

“$80,000 plus for sex with prostitutes”, says I.  “The guy has got to be an idiot!”

“Think of all the things you could do with that much free cash” says she.

“I could put a motor in the Chevy, buy a Corvette, take up golf again, buy new skis, new snowshoes, all new fishing gear, about a dozen new guns from my list, some new furniture, a new suit and shoes, a big screen TV, and we could go to Hawaii!”  But it was too late, the furniture and Hawaii weren’t enough to save my runaway shopping list.

“You can’t buy all that stuff.  I said you could buy guns, but not the rest of that stuff.”

“Well, that’d leave plenty left over for ammo then.”

“Ammo?” she said.  “I never said you could buy bullets.  I said you could buy guns, but I never said you could buy bullets.”

Me…quiet.

“Gotcha, didn’t I?”

I hate it when that happens.  Hope she isn’t here the next time the UPS guy stops by.

I’ll try to pass up the “$4000 Bullet” joke…