Too much Diet Pepsi. Too much thinking. Too much to do.
It's almost midnight & Phil is gigging for frogs with his buddy Jim. Basically it's a way to explain the need grown men have to get in touch with their inner "boy" and have a blast chasing frogs & getting muddy! If I had my camera I would take a picture of the gig he constructed. It's quite the weapon. And I would have loved to take a picture of my boys sharpening their own "gigs" (sticks). Noah stood in the driveway with no shirt on, and informed me he was gonna gig the van. It was a "Lord of the Flies" moment. If only I had my camera...but I left it in Kentucky, and that's a story for another day. I am glad my husband is having fun, but he'd better not bring any frog legs home. I've put up with a deer head for the past several months. I draw the line @ frog legs. A woman can only take so much.
Goodnight. I'm going to bed. I better not have nightmares.
1 comment:
Oh come one. You can't seriously be saying that you wouldn't enjoy seeing little froggies stuffed and mounted all around that manly deer? (What did you name that thing anyway?)
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