Saturdays with my husband

I have gotten so used to the lumberjack having plans on Saturdays.  He usually gets up early and heads out to go wood cutting, split wood, fish, hunt, or work on some project that he does not explain to me, because I would never understand half of the words he was using. 

Words like:

Snatch Block.

Wedge.

Rotozip.

Crimpers.

Drennel Tool.

If you know what these things are, than I am impressed.

Unless if you are my handy, woodcutting sister-in-law Lisa.

I EXPECT Lisa to know all of these terms.

So yesterday was weird.

Really, really weird.

He was home ALL day.

Hunting season is coming.  He leaves in 5 days for his 9 day hunting trip.

That's right.

He is leaving ME for 9 days.

Why anyone would want to leave me for 9 days without being able to even call me is a mystery.

You think I blog a lot now.

Wait  until I have had no adult interaction for a week.

You might need to stay away from here until after October 18th.

But for now, he is home.

We ran errands together.  He actually went into Target with me.

He really wants to buy a new, more costly camera.

For hunting.

So the pictures of his huge kill can be totally awesome.

So, at every store we went to, he was drooling over the cameras that cost quite a chunk of change.

I talked him into waiting, so we could check online and make sure we were getting a good price.

We were running errands for about 3 hours.

I knew Mr. Lumberjack was ready to go home when I told him I loved him and he gave me a wedgie in the middle of Fred Meyer.

I think that is his way of saying he loves me back.

Lumberjacks don't handle emotions well.

We got home and he went outside to put a new back window on his truck.

I did not know he could install windows in trucks.

He is handsome AND amazing!

Then we went to help my parents at their house.

The Lumberjack disappeared for awhile and came home with a dirt bike.

Some people down the street had it for sale for $100.

He walked right up to them, offered them $50, and they took it.

How does this happen for him?

I go to a garage sale, see a $4 coat for my daughter, offer them $3, and they give me the evil eye.

And why do we need a dirt bike, I asked?

Why not? he replied.

So, now we have a dirt bike, for no apparent reason at all, that needs brakes.

I asked him where he was putting it.

He said: Good question.

I told him MY kids would NOT be riding it.

He laughed and said: Okay, hon.

This means my kids will be riding on it.

And I think today he will be buying a camera.

It is too expensive for him to be home on the weekends.