A Hunting We Will Go…What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

A Hunting We Will GoTomorrow, at the crack of dawn, I leave with my husband for the wilderness to…HUNT.

Yes, I said, hunt.

I can’t believe it either. The fact he wants me to go along is mind-boggling because, well, he knows me. I’m the kind of gal that can’t travel down the road 50 miles without having to pull over to see the world’s largest ball of string, or stop and do something. So I can’t quite figure out, after all these years, why he would want me “out there” with him, wherever “there” is.

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