I love him to pieces, but, tonight I'm sittin here typin away in bed, while he is out "gator" hunting with his lil bro (15) and my sister's husband... They decided that after thier game of laser tag (we went to Boomer's tonight) that gator hunting would be the perfect end to the evening.
Thank God he has a decent life insurance policy.

Someone tell me how the most metrosexual man on the planet decides he wants to go gator hunting? Maybe the stars aligned and DH had an unusual surge of testostorone?
My BIL has a 9mm and DH and his lil bro both have hunting knives they borrowed from BIL. They also took, and I'm not kidding about this either, a shower curtain rod - as a gator poker.

Thats the thing about my life, I dont make this stuff up... :sigh:





