Earlier tonight, Melanie hits her nose and is crying. I tell her to go get an ice pack (notice I do not offer to get it myself....tough love/laziness.) I hear the freezer door open and shut. I assume all is well. A half hour later, I find an abandoned package of frozen deer meat on my couch.
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| A thousand legitimate ice packs and she chooses this. |
Chad went on a hunting trip in the Fall and we have been eating deer meat like its our job. Mmmmm...delicious!
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| Just think this. |
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| And not this. |
It feels (and tastes) better that way.
P.S. What the hell is that all over that doe's back? The infamous deer flies I hear speak of? I know the bastards like to bite my legs, and it hurts like hell. Geez, cut this mom a break, will you? That's a lot of flies!
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