I know. The whole point of bloggers doing a Wordless Wednesday post is… well… that they should just throw on a snapshot with no words. But when have I EVER been able to do anything without words? It’s why I don’t hunt. Because really? Who would sit with me in the brush for nine straight hours, waiting for the elk to come through? I couldn’t be quiet for that long. Hubs would throw in the towel and call it quits on Hunting With Your Wife, because in nine hours of waiting for the elk, I could cover a myriad of topics.
And who am I kidding? Hubs would throw in the towel BEFORE Hunting With Your Wife even got itself started, because he KNOWS that I would be all, “Run, Mr. Elk! Run! He has a gun! Run fast! Stomp him with your hooves, Mr. Elk, before he puts a cap in your hind end!”
There are some sports that husbands should really just do alone… or with Ted Nugent.
This is the picture that I had for y’all for Wordless Wednesday. It’s how I found the little man in his crib last night, before I went to bed myself…