The Man is Out O' Town

Well gals it is that time of year. No I am not talking about the kids going back to school, or harvesting your garden. I am not even talking about the start of the NFL Season; I am talking of "The Hunts". It is that time of year that begs one to ask, are we really in the stone age? Does your man really need to club your dinner. It does not matter what the answer may be because essentially it does not matter to him, as long as he is out there roaming the hills in some quest to find a big one.

Just after I got married, Julie gave me a pile of stuff to take to DI. On top of the pile was a wooden sign that had graced her home for many years. Steve promptly took the sign out of the box and said this is going in our downstairs. The sign reads, "This marriage interrupted for the hunting season. I have always believed that it needed a drop down menu to most accurately describe my marriage. That is . . . the fishing season, hockey season, baseball season, and now softball season and volleyball season.

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