Apparently everyone and their mother put up their Christmas trees this weekend.
Except me.
For it was the last weekend of hunting season for my dear Lumberjack.
And, as buff as I look, I would not be able to haul the fab four around, pick out a tree, load the tree, and set the tree up in the house.
Heck.
Muscles are one of the only reasons why I even keep my manly man hunter around.
It is a good thing he is so darn handsome.
Or else I might have to get cranky about this:
Seriously.
I mean, what mother wouldn't want this lovely accessory in her child's play area?
Now, I know I said I was going to take a break from posting . . . seeing as how I just finished 30 days in a row.
But you can't make this stuff up, people.
Today is December 1st.
And it is the last day of hunting season.
And I assure you that all firearms are going immediately into the gun safe where they belong as soon as all this hunting nonsense is out of his system.
*Disclaimer*
No children were harmed, nearby, or even awake during the photographing of this rifle.
Also, no Lumberjacks were harmed . . . yet.
