For The Love of Deer - I Mooned The Bike Trail Folks
I was going to talk about the fishing derby today but I need my hunter to sit with me and go over a few details. The fishing derby was cancelled on Saturday because of rain and was then scheduled for Sunday. I wasn’t able to attend but my hunter got all of the pictures for me and I just need to write the story.
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For the Love Of Deer…
Last week was our local festival and my hunter worked from about 5:00 a.m. until Midnight for 5 days leaving me home alone to tend to household chores. I know what your thinking and no I didn’t cut the grass. My friends from Meier’s Landscaping took care of that. Thanks guys! I didn’t weed whack, I didn’t sweep the driveway, I didn’t sit proudly on my porch and admire my grass with a smile thinking my grass is the greenest in the neighborhood. There are some things this girl just doesn’t do. However, I was in charge of watering the grass, flowers and garden.
We have an irrigation system in our front yard and downstairs is a timer unit. I’m really not sure why that was installed seeing that my hunter has the need to manually turn on each unit located outside. I think it has to do with his manly side of having the control to turn it on when he wants. I’ve never touched the unit until the other day. As he was walking out the door for work he explained how to turn each one on and left.
I was half asleep and needed some coffee before I headed outside. After about 4 cups I remembered I was in charge of that darn irrigation system. I quickly sneeked out the back door in my pajamas to the right side of the house. I bent over and turned the first unit on and nothing. I tried the next unit. Nothing. I stood up straight thinking to myself - for the love of deer this is why I don’t do this outdoorsy stuff. It isn’t in my makeup. Makeup belongs on my face and this is his job not mine. I don’t care if girls can do what guys can this girl doesn’t want to. I bent over and squatted down a bit in frustration and - RIP. Yep, I ripped a big hole in the back of my pajama pants. As I quickly stood up straight and grabbed the back of my pajamas I turned around and wouldn’t you know there are the morning joggers and the bikers getting a free…

I’m now in hiding and I don’t care if his grass dies or not.













