Somebody went shopping

Well, I finally found a way to piss the wife off through firearms. Found myself wandering through Gander Mt. after work yesterday, looking to buy a 8# jug of H380 as I have been running low. No 8s not even a 1#er, bummed out I walked over to the gun counter and one of the old men called me over. “Chris, you still looking for that birds head single six in 32 H&R mag?” It just so happens that the wife had been looking to get this gun for me for an engagement gun, and again for Christmas, both times she came up empty. Seeing my opportunity, I spoke, “Well hell yea, I’m still looking for it, you know something I don’t, Don?” He walked around the counter and disappeared in the “back room”, a place I long to be locked into. After a short eternity, he emerged carrying a nondescript grey Ruger pistol box. Inside: my Sword of Damocles. Time is short, so I’ll get to the point. It seems as though if a woman has designs on doing something but hasn’t done it, she may or may not get mad if you decide to help her out with the task. At some point there is a definite riff, the fringe is a sticky place to reside, however, I have no idea where this periphery begins or ends. It seems if there are dishes in the sink that she says she intends to get around to washing and I step and do the deed, I’m infallible: a Saint. But, go buy a pistol… and the standards change. “Well congratulations, you just ruined our anniversary!” “Huh, what, how?” Seems she was intending to get me that very pistol for our 1 yr. anniversary. Ever the optimist, I retorted “There are other guns I need, I don’t have a .41 yet!” Women are strange, she didn’t get it, claims it is the principle of the whole thing. Can someone explain women to me?