(consulting his trusted advisor, while scouting for the best spot)
It's December, which for me means getting used to having my husband home on the weekends again. We are in weekend #2, a vast improvement from weekend #1. I am actually starting to like him again ;)... well it does help when your bff is in town and you get to catch up with old friends. Anyhow, over the past few years, November has become the month of the hunt. The month of the disappearing husband. When I met Matt, I could have sworn he didn't even know what hunting was. He never did it. Never talked about it. Never came home outfitted in camo. Back in those days, I don't even know he owned a gun much less ever found it in the trunk of my car or back of his SUV as I was making a grocery trip. Nope, hunting just did not exist in our world. Not the case anymore. Now I find random game in our freezer, get text messages on the sweet sounds of nature and have to tend to my pretty, city dog's hunting wounds. I am really not a fan. It's another one of Matt's things I just don't understand. In my mind there is just something very odd about sitting in a tree, by yourself, with a gun. very odd.
Although I will say he does look pretty good in orange.
And nope, the hunting was not successful. Well not in term's of a hunters mind. But a lunch stop at the casino and $10 jackpot hit and I'd say it was a huge success! Hello winter shopping spree! Matt thinks it was luck. I say it was karma and mother nature's way of saying thank you.
