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 :)
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secret rooms, spam and bear costumes.
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A few quick mysteries: In case you missed it, we found a secret room (half
room?) in our new house and I still don’t know what it is or what to do
with it....
1 week ago
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