Our standard of living is plummeting... But at least there's always booze!

Another Random Conversational Gem

Tobin: "I have something in here" (patting his diaper)

Me: "you do? What is it, a poop?"

Tobin: "no"

Me: "is it pee?"

Tobin: "no, it's just a penis"

Hunting

Corey and I went out to get our moose the other day. We have a tag for a spike-fork bull, cow or a calf, so pretty much anything we come across we can shoot. Good odds. The only thing that would have improved our odds, however, was if we hadn't been pulling a trailer with 300lbs of cow offal on it. We combined a hunting trip with a day of work for Corey who had to set up a camera on a bait pile to count wolves. Somewhat akin to fishing by trolling with a dead trout. Alas we didn't shoot anything, but it was likely more a function of our low motivation than anything else.

Hunting in the Taliban-mobile

This bear crossed our tracks and was going to intercept a moose we were trailing... Thats when we stopped trailing the moose.

At least we got close to somethin' dead!*

*I took a break from wretching and dry heaving long enough to take this picture.

A Haiku

when we met it was
fair trade organic fresh ground
now Big Eddy style*

This isn't the same woman I married

*I admit, I'm a lousy poet.