Well for me, after a late Friday friends night, and since Saturday is official " sleep-in day" dontcha know...
Anyways back to early, earliness...
My Mans phone-"Ding ding".
Me-Ugh who is texting you this early, put your phone on silent please so I can get more zzzzZzzZz...please.
My Man-Oh, it's so-and-so. He got a deer!
Me-Wow, yay...hippy! Not. Need zzzzZzzZz ...
My Man-Oh so I gotta do laundry, so I will smell like nothing.
Me-Mmmmkay? Why does it matter if you smell like something? Your not actually hunting today, just scouting the hunting area.
My Man-I just can't smell like anything, even though I'm only looking around the hunting area.
Me-Why?
My Man-You just don't get it.
Me-Obviously.
My Man-Where's my scent free deodorant.
Ser-is-lee.
Time for more zzzzZzzZz now that My-Mighty-Scent-Free-Bow-hunting-bringin-home-the-venison-Man is gone scouting.
Thought this blog post might appeal to a broader crowd. Example. Wives of hunters or scent free men :-)
{{{Disclaimer}}}
----no actual deer were hurt in the taking of these horrifically grainy pictures. We were only watching these particular deer, not hunting.
----if hunting offends you? DONT READ MY BLOG. k th-anks :)
----sad to report---- both of my little people are awake. ZzzzZzzZz may be postponed to a later date... Sniff sniff.
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