We’re going to take a little break from Willie and Indy because I’ve had a few complaints about today’s topic. As in, the involved parties are disappointed it has taken me three months to tell their story. Well here it is, guys. In October, Don, his dad, and a few friends went…
You guys know I went camping this summer. I have one thing to say about it. Well, actually I have a lot to say about it. But I’ll start with this: Camping is stupid. I’m not saying people who camp are stupid. My husband, brother, dad, and father-in-law all enjoy camping….
I have an idea. My idea has drawn some doubt. Mockery even. But I will not be deterred. Well, I don’t feel quite that strongly about it. Let’s just go with I won’t be deterred from talking about it. Living with a hunter, I have discovered that one does not simply pick…
Once, years ago, I tried to get Don into the one outdoor activity I really enjoy. Skiing. I was hoping to cultivate a Johnny Come Lately – Donny Come Lately? – Shaun White. What I actually cultivated was a 6’2” human snowball with a sprained finger. It was years before that…
How do Don and I have a vacation – just the two of us – when one of us wants to sleep in a tent and the other one of us is far more rational? That was an easy answer before the pandemic. Don suspended his love for the outdoors and his distaste for…
There’s no easy way to say this. I hate my garage. I mean, sure. I don’t like the shed much. Once I found the spider eggs growing on my ski bag, I was pretty much done. But I don’t keep anything in the shed anymore. Grow spiders on my skis and our…
Usually, it’s Willie who messes up. Sometimes, it’s Don. This time, it was me. I know, I know. I’m usually perfect. I’m sorry to disappoint you guys. My downfall began Friday. I was coaching my Parkinson’s boxers when the text flashed across my phone. One of our smoke detectors was…
Before anything else, we really need to talk about The Cabin. I am going to be dirty and honest with you about The Cabin. I think it’s time. When a boy you’re dating tells you his grandfather has a cabin, you think he’s trying to impress you. Or, in my case, you wonder…
We can talk about The Videotape Incident. Before we begin, let me say that Don and I are soul mates. He is the Hart to my Hart. The Han to my Leia. The Dylan to my Kelly. Well, he’s really more of a Brandon, but I always liked Kelly with Dylan better. Besides, Brandon…
I was putting away Christmas decorations when I discovered the maggot-covered skull cap and antlers from Don’s autumn buck. Laying right there in the garage. Like they owned the place. How do maggots get into – and out of – a sealed plastic bag? They were just everywhere. Don, a little chagrined at…