On Friday afternoon, a package arrived for P. He was hunting all weekend, so I never opened the package. When he got home Sunday afternoon, he was excited to see that his order had come in and immediately opened the box.
Let me state for the record, that P is the hardest person to shop for, EVER. I never know what to get him for birthdays or Christmas, and I usually just end up getting him a shirt because at least then he’ll be well dressed, if not excited over his present.
I even asked him a few days ago what he’d like for Christmas and he told me he’d already bought a scope mount and that could be his present. I know…it’s like a real old fashioned Christmas.
So, when he opened the package and revealed what was inside I was honestly shocked by the simplicity and the redneckness of what he had ordered for himself. This, THIS is what he bought.
Please notice that “food” is in all capital letters with an exclamation point, as if to say we’re not talking about squirrel, we’re talking BIG GAME!
Also, take note of the mesh backing complete with adjustable strap.
Here I’ve been shopping at Gap all these years picking out a different version of basically the same shirt, when I could’ve just been ordering online from www.Backwoods.com.
I have always tried to live my life with some semblance of grace and style, and obviously now that this hat has taken up residence on my husband’s head, all that is out the window.
The worst part (as if it can get any worse) is that Caroline walked in and said, “Oh Daddy, what a cool hat!”, which means I’ll be spending hundreds of dollars in fashion therapy trying to rehabilitate her.
Or maybe I’ll just hop on board and make it my new tagline.
Big Mama…will hunt for FOOD!
Or maybe not.