All of you with a husband who likes to hunt
knows exactly what I'm talking about.
We partially dread it, and partially look forward to doing whatever we want.
While the hubs is gone during...
It's been on my mind lately.
Trying to coordinate family events around hunting season.
So, with that in the back of my mind I say this this morning.
"Ty, my back is sore in a place it never has been."
Silence. (Not sure if he is really listening.)
Pointing, "Right here. Ya know. My backstraps."
Ty quickly looks at me. "Backstraps?"
"Ya know, like on a buck."
Ty, "Ya, that's the best part to eat."
Well...at least he heard part of it!
Hahaha. I just had to laugh.
Then I realized I just spoke in hunter's terms.
What has happened to me?