Aah fall...cooler weather, beautiful leaves changing, sweaters, deer season. Deer season - a time for wives all over the world to have alone time from the beginning of November till the end of December. Whether we want it or not.
Mr. Wonderful lives all year in anticipation of deer season. Hunting is his favorite thing to do. I used to be jealous of the deer because he wanted to spend all of his time hiding out in a tiny box, dressed up like the monster from a lagoon, waiting to spot a creature that's too beautiful to shoot; not spending quality time with me watching TV. But I now realize that it's what makes him happy and he's much nicer when he's had his time in the blind.
When we were first dating, he took me hunting once. Did you get that? Once (by my choice). I had a few preconceived notions about how the hunt would go. I figured we'd sit in a cushy little blind and be quiet for 5 minutes or so, and I thought all of the animals would come parading out of the woods. Mr. Wonderful laughed for a long time when I told him that. What really happened went something like this:
Me: Where are they?
Him: Shhhhhhhh, you have to whisper or you'll scare everything off!
Me: Oh, sorry. When will they come out?
Him: It might be 5 minutes or it might be 5 hours.
Me: Oh. (thinking to myself 'this is going to be hard')
Him: Look, there's a deer!
Him: About 15 yards to the east from us.
Me: Which way is east?