Go out and buy the most expensive, most impractical, highest and sexiest pair of heels I could find and a dress just as provocative to go with. Jewelry to put the whole thing together and a suit for JD.
Then I'd book us a flight (with a stop off at my parents to drop off the kiddo) and tickets to an opera somewhere far away where dress actually means something.
A honeymoon suite, room service and at least one whole no-limit weekend of spoiling my marriage and my husband.
In order to do that I would probably also have to correspond this trip with some other shooting course or class but that would be okay too (as long as the instructor wouldn't mind us making out when not on the firing line and/or flirting with each other on occasion).
Yep... that's what I'd do.