Hunting the half dead

A small-town woman told me she took her nephews hunting yesterday.

Yep, hunting, she said. Because I hit a beaver and it wasn't dead yet.

Now, I have some crazy aunties, but they're packin' chocolate chips, self-made Santas and Longaberger baskets. Not .22s.

Levi said it best when I wondered what the H-E- double Lead-free ammo did I get myself into.

Life with me, he said, will never be dull.

Hunting for half-dead beaver... I'm not sure if I'm afraid.... or intrigued...


More wedding stuff tomorrow, including a peanut-butter-ball post to all my crazy aunties :)