I unload all of my "supplies" to which my host states, "Sheesh, ya moving in?" "NO!" I sarcastically retorted. I have never been duck hunting before and you weren't exactly forthcoming with information,GIRLS NEED SPECIFICS, therefore I thought it best to be prepared. The host scoffed and said nothing further. I must admit, that I had sprawled my belongings all over his front room while attempting to get some semblence of organization.
My host lovingly refers to me as "That Girl or This Girl". I know he knows my name because we're friends on Facebook.This "girl" is making you lasagna tomorrow and spent over $100 in ingredients, I thought to myself, deal with my effin mess for a bit. I'll clean it. SHEESH!
Neoprene waders, CHECK,Layers and layers of camouflage clothing, CHECK, Neoprene gloves, CHECK, 2 boxes of waterfowl 2 3/4 #2 shot gun shells (not sure what the numbers and measurements mean at this time). CHECK, Camo burlap, CHECK, Life Jacket, CHECK,Sleeping bag, hand warmers, long johns, and munchies. CHECK CHECK CHECK...I wish they made tooshy warmers......
Alarm goes off at 0330. GOOD LORD that is early, I swear I just put my head on the pillow. This hunting stuff is messing with my beauty sleep. The bags are forming under my eyes, hair stringy and disheveled.
I WONT FIND A HUSBAND OUT THERE ANYWAY....
