Our adventure today began this afternoon when the husband and I went to the deer lease being provided to the police officer for hunting this year. A few of the officers were heading over there to get to know the land as well as to work and get stuff prepared before season starts. When we get there (after leaving without the directions, unsuccessfully trying to drive there without a map and ending up calling Angie Thanks girl!!) I immediately begin to feel awkward. It.happens.every.time. I’m the only girl there. Not just the only wife, but the only person carrying the double X-chromosome. Well crap. Austen always tells me, “you’re one of the only cool wives, you like to do these things” Well its great to be cool and all, however, its hard to make female friends with the other wives when they aren’t there.
h to braid and curl (even if it stays for just 5 minutes). I have a slightly higher pitched voice, and apparently have worse spatial ability than men (#9). But I am also sort of tomboyish in my love for hunting furry woodland creatures, physical labor, and my uncanny love for math (#3 in the previous link).