Outdoors

Confessions of A Crazy Hunter’s Wife

Yes, that’s me.  The crazy hunter’s wife.  The wife that does and says crazy things sometimes.  And sometimes I try not to but I can’t help myself…

Whenever Mark and I are at Cabelas he always sees someone he knows and forgets to introduce me so this past weekend I said, “Hi I’m Mark’s mistress, Candy.”  And I started smacking my gum.  Maybe he’ll remember next time.

The gum I’ve been smacking is that bazooka gum that I bought at Halloween that holds a ton of sugar for about 20 seconds.  Then I throw it out and get a another piece.  It really is good for smacking.  And if I hear you smacking you’re gum, I’ll ask if you’re gum’s good. Even if I don’t know you and see you in the store smacking that damn gum.

I unfollowed a guy yesterday on Twitter because he said something about spooning.   I’m sorry but if my husband ever said anything about spooning, I’d pack up my dresses for him cause he doesn’t live here anymore.

I’ve never shoved my hand up a turkey.  I’d have a giblet attack. And if my husband didn’t live here anymore, I’d have to order chicken.

I’ve never hit a critter with my car except once I thought I hit a bird. Out of guilt, I drove 10 miles back to see if I did.  Never found the poor little thing.  Hope a cat didn’t get it.

My sister-in-law once told me I have eyes like a doe.  WT?  I look nothing like a doe.

Because that’s a buck.

I’ve been entering The Pioneer Woman’s contest for 2 years now.  I found her blog a few months after I started my blog.  Well I finally won a contest.  It wasn’t a mixer or a pair a cowboy boots or a gift card … I won one of her book tour t-shirts.  And they are adorable … And fitted …  Around the waist …  Where my cupcakes land.

I’ve been using not so nice words lately.  I’m sorry.  There’s something in the air.  I think it’s because there’s a full moon coming.  I think I just need to fly off on my broom and call it a day.

Have a wonderful day all … I’m off to throw out my gum, do a few situps and refrain from using bad words.

Hahahah, okay.

P.S. – Tomorrow is my real life – could be a Lifetime movie – Peeping Tom story.

See the original article at TheHuntersWife.net