Here's my brother, THE hunter, MY Hunter, my dad, and JC (and the disgusting pre-historic bottom-dwelling spoonbill they all caught)
Here's my bro, THE hunter and JC...plus Blue and Whiskey...and the cooler (hmmm, wonder what was in there?!)
so, "The Girls" got to stay home and sew!
Sounds awesome right? Um, no. Yesterday went looking for Boo's shoes which were in the diaper bag which never got brought into the house which means it's been sitting in momma's car.
Open up my car door to be hit with the most fowl smell I have ever had the misfortune of smelling. Nightmares are made of this smell.
I think to myself, "No food left in here. No sippy cups left in here. What the heck is that SMELL?!"
That's when it hits me.
The diaper bag. Oh the diaper bag.
It's not just Boo's shoes (which were wet), but Boo's wet sockies, THE hunter's wet sockies, and THE hunter's wet and fishy/bloody shorts and t-shirt.
It's all been in my car. THE WHOLE TIME! Nasty wet fish-gut-splattered clothes!!!
(because they cleaned the horribly creepy long-beaked fish-things)
I've never wanted to trade in my boys so much as I did at that realization that Boys.Are.Disgusting.Creatures.
And I married one. On purpose.
Then I procreated another.