Art Murmur

hunter madness

Jered just recently returned from a four-day excursion up north on a hunting trip with some of his male family members. I am not quite sure what they did to him, but Jered returned with a completely different mindset.

Don't get me wrong, I see this every year. November rolls around and he turns into a beer belly burping, ass scratching, tobacco chewing Neanderthal. He replaces all of his accounting books and magazines with DEER HUNTER magazine, and books about quality deer "management."

From now until mid-December, (until ice fishing is well underway and a similar cycle ensues)everything he talks about refers to deer or hunting in some capacity.

As we were dishing up our dinner tonight, he snickered at the smaller portion I had put on my plate compared to the heaping pile of pasta on his.

"You eat like a doe."

I can only expect that tomorrow when I come home from work he will smile and ask me, "how was your day, deer?"

And when he does, I will replace all of his bathroom reading material with BRIDES magazine, and Martha Stewart Living. That will teach him a lesson.

posted by Laurel @ 11/19/2006 07:12:00 PM