Bow season for hunting elk is finally over and I have a couple days before the start of somewhere someone needing to sneak up on something with some kind of weapon.
Having a hunting crew hanging out at our place was totally copacetic. No crazy stuff happened. Nuh-uh.
I didn’t catch Itty Bit inhaling any and every thing BOY this past week. To the point of stealing cot space with his godfather and camo buddy.
And those boys (Mr. Volcom to you ladies from the comment section) did not let the kiddo stay up waaaay past his bedtime at basecamp and teach him all kinds of dirty tricks like silly string.
My sweet and thoughtful husband did not repeatedly enter the WOMAN domain (aka: THE HOUSE) repeatedly while forgetting to remove the stench-filled elk pee container attached to his hat. His deaf-wife-whose-nose-works-extra-good did not remind him IMMEDIATELY of his offense. To the point that it scared the other hunters into fearing for their safety if they followed suit.
Aaaaand… if you read the first Hunting Edition, you’ll know that it was not me who had an unfortunate Mommy Brain moment and walked into the kitchen for coffee before realizing that it was NOT my husband standing there, and I was NOT appropriately dressed.
Remember how your teacher would tell you to just imagine your audience in their underwear? Well, I would get the giggles every time. Take a look at this picture and tell me who you think did NOT see me in my skivvies?
Yeah, I thought so.
And GOOD LAWD, you ladies had me cracking up with the comments on that last post… see why we have the best bloggy friends around???
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