Life is often boring. So boring that our casual greetings, instead of “good” or “fine,” become “same ol’ same ol’” and “same shit, different day.”
The fanciest thing I did today was slice the inside top of my middle finger with the nail of my big toe. Well—that was until I dropped off two glass pie plates next door.
Draped over the oversized rocking chair was an in-progress camouflage pants project. The legs were extra long and wide, which didn’t catch my attention because all in-process fabric looks vaguely not for human wear. And since Maria’s son Hudson—whom I assumed they were for—is well over six feet tall, it all made sense.
But I was wrong.
“They’re for a Savannah Bananas player who’s going hunting… on stilts.”
Oh, yeah, sure—that makes sense. What?!
Apparently, her brother’s company, which supplies deer feed, also facilitates hunts for private parties. Somehow, the Bananas must have sniffed out another promotional stunt, and now they’re teaming up with 4S Wildlife Solutions to bring it home. If or when it happens—and if or when there’s video of this—I’ll be sure to post it here. You’re welcome in advance.
With that, I’m off to study my Spanish grammar book and then head into two late-night sessions.
We’ll see you here next time. Ta-ta!
Love,
Jaclynn
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