Rambo's Back, baby!

Congratulations, Mark! And RIP, Bambi. Today is the first day of archery, and Mark got his deer. While I am not thrilled with hunting, I am happy for him, and know that this poor, little, unsuspecting deer will feed my husband and eldest child for a long time. Hunting is controversial, even in my house at times. This year, however, it isn't. You see, during hunting season, I don't get any time away from the kids because Mark is in a tree with a weapon. That is, until he gets a deer. So, you see, something had to die so that I may get some work done at the office. The sooner, the better. Sorry, four-legged friends... you understand, right?