My Husband is a Nut- Weekend Review Part 1 of 3
I married a nut. I know. He knows it. Most of the people who know him know it. This weekend was a prime example. And over the next three days, I’ll share several examples. Now, the pics from Sunday will make you spew. . . so consider it fair warning. I can’t wait to share those pics but alas in order to avoid getting out of order, I’m going to back up to Good Friday.
Lisa and Jack were not due into town until the afternoon. So, Cody and I went out to the deer lease for another attempt at turkey hunting. Don’t even get me started on how little we know about Turkey hunting.
Cody decided to dig out a decoy and carry it with his hand in it.
The next thing I know I met the Talking Turkey. Cody channeled this brilliant child and her sister and the puppet shows they’d given us on Palm Sunday.
This turkey is explaining texting terms such as TTFN and OMG. You see, those are terms we learned during the girls puppet show.
And like, this talking turkey won’t quit talking. You know. . .
Funning thing is- He’s funny. Not the Turkey, but him. That Nut that I married. And from the smile on his face. . . you can tell he knows it.
(Oh and Talking Turkeys up close and a laughing photographer with a longer lens does not make for the best pictures. . . Talking turkey didn’t give that lesson though.)
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