So Jane...how does that deer mount look?
Huh. Funny you should ask in this blaag that I happen to have complete control over.
The Head doesn't look like anything. Wanna know why? Because when The Husband and I went to pick the mount from Mothers Day Out, the taxidermist was totally closed. And I mean done.
So here is where it gets kinda nasty. See, The Husband and I do not fight over, really, anything. The Husband just knows to agree with me. It is one of his worst qualities. One of mine is that I often spit whilst I talk. Ssssorry.
However, we go to the taxidermist shop and it is closed tighter than a Krispy Creme next door to a Weight Watchers meeting. There is nothing inside.
So, when The Husband gets back in the car, he looks all defeated.
Me: "Um, so what's up?"
The Husband: "They closed"
TH: "I guess they moved or something..."
This is where is gets uncomfortable....
Me: "How much did you already give them?"
I am met with a silence that is deader than the googledy-eyed deer The Husband lured to it's death with his camo style Mr. Rodger's cardigan.
Needless to say, The Husband was less than thrilled that I was more worried about where our family monies were, rather than statement of his hunt-man-ship.
Don't worry...I totally calmed him down with a pudding cup.