"BUTT OUT"

can you hear my super excited tone of voice?

 no, you can't.

because i'm so NOT thrilled.

in fact, i get to looki forward to my guest bathroom smelling

like dirt...
until march...

literally...

no, no. we do not have children.

i take that back, i sort of do. his name is husband.

he washes his clothes in dirt smelling detergent.

he brushes his teeth with hunter toothpaste.

he wears dirt smelling deodorant.. yuck!

i get the evil eye if i dare clean my guest bathroom with anything but.. dirt.

he has nasty boots tracking in dirt.

dirt on my carpet everyday.

dirt on his face.

blood.

fur.

eyeball guts.

deer poop.

                                                                                                

laugh.

because i totally fooled you there.

he does NOT have eyeball guts or deer poop...

at least i don't think he does,

but he does wear guts.

maybe the proper word is butt guts.

literally.

have you ever heard of butt out?

good!

it's the most horrific thing i've ever seen.

however i'm introduced to it every year in walmart when we go for

the first time to buy the first round of hunting stuff...

i'm always thrilled.

not.

anyway, there is a thing called butt out.

i took a picture of it with my phone but can't get it to upload.

that's probably a good thing.

google it.

never mind.

i will.

okay. here it is.

are you ready?

you are not about to see eye ball guts

but you're about to envision...

straight up ass.

literally.

im not kidding.

drum roll please...

and i'm supposed to eat this?

um, no.

i mean of course not his ass but the mean after his ass

has been removed.

you're mortified, right?

ME TOO!

i'm stopping right there.

the end.

happy {first day of gun season} hunting day!

i hope you kill a biggin honey!

{he has a man room}

my picture finally came up.

here is my picture i orignally took in walmart.