Friday, November 6, 2009
It's like a freaking holiday. Camo at the grocery store. Rifles in the bank. What is this? I thinking the opening weekend of Hunting Season is like the biggest day of the year in Minnesota. People stop working. They stop shopping. They stop buying food because they have plans to eat venison until the snow melts. Not exactly the time of year to take up vegetarianism.
I don't eat deer. I don't shoot things. I'm going to quietly celebrate my 27th birthday this weekend while everyone else in the state goes off to the woods to try and take down Bambi and his mama. Poor thing.
Did I mention that Chad is NOT a hunter? Thank you, Lord.