Blatant Capitalism: Writer's cramp.

My left wrist still hasn't recovered from the logbook work I had to do yesterday, and today is going to be even worse. We're making sure the showcases are chock full of sexy goodness for the upcoming uberbusy season, and that meant a full restock of Kimbers, including the more esoteric stuff. In the process, I fell madly, hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with the Team Match in .38 Super. Will somebody please do my bank account a favor and buy this thing before I do something stupid?