Wednesday, October 26, 2011

"But It's Buck Season. Not- Not Kill The Baby Deer Season!!"

Good morning, Readers!  Just a head's up- you may want to stop reading today's post, well, now.  I am writing a story that can crack me up for hours anytime I think of it, but it is not very funny.  It is one of those you-had-to-be-there-to-enjoy-it moments that will forever cause me to giggle and no one else will be amused.  Well, that's not true.   2 other people will find it funny (because they were there), but neither one of them reads my blog regularly so truly, no one reading will enjoy it. However, it's my blog and I feel like telling it so here goes.  Feel free to stop reading whenever you like, I won't be mad.

About 12 years ago I went to a party with a bunch of friends. We were all young and foolish. Additionally, everyone aside from myself had his/her fair share of alcohol (I didn't drink at the time, so I was the designated driver.)  A dear friend of mine (who has been pictured on this blog occasionally) had a few too many drinks and was not feeling stellar upon arriving home from the party. This friend tends to be an over-talker when she's had too much to drink (arent' we all?). We were in Pennsylvania (the greatest state of the 50!) where Buck Season is a huge event. In fact, children do not go to school the Monday following Thanksgiving because it is the first day of hunting season, and therefore, a holiday.  My friend couldn't stop talking about hunting (I don't remember why) and she was adamant about expressing her beliefs against hunting.  She was talking about a mutual friend who went hunting and somehow shot a fawn.  Or maybe didn't shoot the fawn but stumbled upon a dead fawn.  Either way the deer was dead and she continued to shout, furiously "But It's buck season!  Not-not, um, kill the baby deer season!!" She was so angry that we all cracked up.  Every time I see a deer out of place, all I can think of is "But it's buck season, not kill the baby deer season!"

What is making me tell this story now, you might ask?  Simple.   This morning I went outside to snap a picture of the outfit of the day and LOOK what was just outside of my back yard:
A buck! Not a baby deer!!  And that, my friends, is the connection.  All day all I could think of was buck season.  Sorry the picture is so dark- this guy was solid west and the sun was just barely rising so it was pretty dark back there for my little camera.

Oh, by the way, here is the outfit of the day:
Jacket and Shirt: Ann Taylor Loft
Skirt: Pitter Patter, Anthropologie 2011
Belt: Anthropologie, 2010
Boots: Nine West

Happy Hump Day! Be cautious around any deer you encounter.

1 comment:

  1. I LOVE that skirt. Sooo cute!! I tried it on at Anthropologie recently, but didn't buy it. It has been wish listed. :)