Tis the season.
Fa la la la la!
That is right...it is hunting season around here.
My favorite time of year!
*insert lots of sarcasm*
As I may or may not have expressed before... I am not outdoorsy.
Hunting in the woods would be considered outdoorsy.
Therefore, not. my. thing.
It is my husbands thing.
I don't get it.
He leaves the house at the crack of too early.
He is dressed from head to toe in camouflage.
Except the bright orange hat atop his head.
Which looks completely ridiculous.
And he masks his scent with IcannotbelieveIamgoingtowritethis...
He shimmy's up a spindly tree and sits in a tree stand 40,000 feet in the air.
Just so he can pop some unsuspecting prey.
What is the fun in that?
I think he should make the game a bit more fair.
He should dress from head to toe in Blaze Orange.
He should stand out in the open.
And he should mask his scent with oh, I don't know...Bacon?
Then let the games begin.
I really don't wish harm upon my husband.
I don't want to see him injured or maimed.
But I also hate the thought of the poor little creatures of the forest being taken out.
Especially by my husband.
I love that my computer addictions have not caused one animal to suffer.
I have never had to hide behind the computer screen wearing camo.
And the best part...I have never, ever worn urine.
At least not intentionally.