i always forget how much of a hell getting up in the morning during the cold months is until im trying to get dressed taking frost damage like ough augh ugha oagh uagh
My decoy has caught the attention of...
Fic comments are also like a way of validation from the reader that you’re not a weirdo for writing fanfic. That someone was waiting for you to write that. Needed it. Weirdo4weirdo reassurance
Laying in bed with my 4 year old, trying to get her to fall asleep.
4-year-old: Mom, did you know that coastal erosion is very dangerous. It takes a long time, but it's when the land falls into the water.
Me, not knowing how to respond because I desperately want her to go to sleep, but I'm happy she's interested in things.
Well, my husband drew his first blood of the season: a chicken, aka a ruffed grouse.
Pictures below.
Look at these jerks, hanging around town, knowing they're safe.
But, also, they're mule deer. And I don't have tags for them anyway. They're still jerks.
Fun fact, my 4 year old is in a "fun fact" stage.
4-year-old: Mom, fun fact, pilot fish are very helpful. They clean shark teeth. And that's called symbiosis. Symbiosis is when animals help each other.
I love it.
POV: I just got a comment on my work (and it wasn’t from anyone i know irl)
I might actually die if someone from real life commented on my work. Of embarrassment or excitement, I'm not sure.
"why does writing take so long" because 60% of it is coming up with a sentence, realizing that sentence doesn't work the way you want it to, and staring at a wall
Arrrrrrgggggghhghgdidnrjriekakodif!
FIL are walking up to our hunting spot in a farmer's field (we have permission). I stop and point.
Me: Two deer.
Ah, I was so close to calming my anger about this...
After meeting back up after hunting time was over my FIL said, "tell me honestly, do you really think you could have hit that deer free hand?"
Me: Yes. It might not have been a neck shot (my preferred placement), but I would have hit it and probably dropped it.
FIL: Okay, I'll know for next time.
But then... He excitedly told me to retell the story to my husband (who did not go with us tonight) and I looked at him like, are you serious?! And I kind of got all mad all over again.
Coyotes are funny. Almost like clockwork, ten minutes after sunset, they start yipping and yapping.
Arrrrrrgggggghhghgdidnrjriekakodif!
FIL are walking up to our hunting spot in a farmer's field (we have permission). I stop and point.
Me: Two deer.
In the truck with my husband and FIL. FIL starts talking about how my husband used to woo all the girls with his guitar playing skillz. Husband then mentions he went on a date with a girl once, went into a music shop and borrowed a guitar to serenade her.
Let's see what's down this trail...
Squirrel!
And... Deer!
Not fresh, but it means you're around somewhere. Why you hiding little deer? I only want to eat you. And make soap out of you. And maybe gloves.
Aw. Saw a cute little fluffy fox. Couldn't get a picture of it but it was adorable.
No, I didn't shoot it. Wouldn't even think to. I won't shoot something I don't plan to eat.