It's That Time Again

It's that time again - Football Season - no, wait - that's not what I was going to talk about. Hrm. It's that time - when we wear white one last time! Wait, no no no THAT wasn't it.

Oh. That's Right.

It's that time again! Hunting Season. And the start of my snapping to get our Christmas Card Photo. They seem to coincide, no? It's fitting. Because with Hunting Season I become the Hunting Widow. All invitations to attend events cease, as most everyone wants to get together with The Couple not The Wife & Child. Our social circle lacks Hunters so I'm a Rare Bird - and speaking of birds, I would have been Shot this weekend as That Is What Was Being Hunted. Ahem. So I go off with my camera and The Boy. Why?

Well today it went down like this: The neighbors weren't home when we were home. The Boy, having been couped up with me all last weekend thanks to the Flu? Was already calling it the Most Boring Weekend Ever and doing the whole whining woe is him thing. Plus HELLO does he ever not chatter and talk and go on and on? Ever? Can I get two minutes of quiet? Please? Because even when I'm LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM he is OUTSIDE THE DOOR TALKING TO ME.

I digress.

So I opted to take him downtown and snap a few photos. Because I start early working towards Christmas. And is it any wonder seeing the few I've posted thus far?

His true colors shine through. But compared to last year, at least we're looking towards the camera this year, right? Right. We're bound to have a winner by October this year!

And The Hunter? He's going to hang with us All Day Monday so we hear. Rock On. Maybe I can talk both my guys in to a photo shoot again on Monday? We shall see. For now I'm exhausted and it's already almost tomorrow as it is. So I'm going to call it a night myself. G'night!