Apparently they're onto the whole hunting season thing. And, I guess that it doesn't help that my dad can't shoot a bull. So...they're still looking. No one at their camp has gotten one either. Keep your fingers crossed--we want sausage!
Do you think they're, like, holed up in a camp of their own, grumbling about those damn humans with their obnoxious orange jackets and loud noisemaker sticks, complaining about how the neighborhood has just gone to heck, gosh darn it...
Do moose speak with New England accents? Because they do in my head...
...it's a nice little delusional world I live in...
I'm Allison. I'm the mom, the wife, the daughter, the teacher, the friend, the author. Welcome to my blog.
Matt is the husband, the dad, the partner, and the friend...amongst many other things. We've been married since June 2001, and it's been a pleasant journey so far.
Joseph is the little boy. He joined our group in November 2007 and has certainly added some excitement. He's a pretty regular little kid.
Do you think they're, like, holed up in a camp of their own, grumbling about those damn humans with their obnoxious orange jackets and loud noisemaker sticks, complaining about how the neighborhood has just gone to heck, gosh darn it...
ReplyDeleteDo moose speak with New England accents? Because they do in my head...
...it's a nice little delusional world I live in...