remember when everyone lost their shit over the month of october?
i do. it was an explosion of pumpkin related shit and people so excited that i thought this was the first time they had ever encountered an october in their whole entire existence. cute.
but really november shall be glorious.
aside from everyone having meltdowns over no-shave november, which is slightly annoying, considering my entire relationship with shitler is his own version of no-shave november that just lasts for eternity so this bearded thing is nothing new to me and i've always loved it so shove off you band-wagon beard fans.
i'm out of breath from typing that embarrassing sentence. sorry.
this november marks a month where i will only have to see shitler for three whole weekend days.
FOR THE ENTIRE MONTH.
xmas came early this year folks.
and no - no one is going hunting for shitlers.
shitler is going to go out into the wilderness and participate in the war on deer.
first saturday of the month shitler is doing a side job. which, also, i've decided to force him to do more of.
secondly - do you know who says things like "i might have to have like four bachelor parties because i have so many friends?" shitler does. that's who. and then it makes my brain feel like exploding. but the first bachelor party kicks off this month in the wisconsin dells with all his boyfriends from college.
then there's widow's weekend. which up until this year i have never had the pleasure of experiencing. but for those that are unfamiliar it's always the weekend before thanksgiving that is the opening weekend of deer hunting and every man i know is out in the wilderness to murder things (deer - relax). and i'm kind of pulling for shitler to not get a deer on opening weekend because his absence thanksgiving weekend is contingent upon his kill count (or lack thereof) on opening weekend.
everyone is always so serious about the hunting and the quiet and it all seems awfully boring.
so in my mind i'm going to picture shitler doing a lot of frolicking.
but he's very serious about the war on deer.
just ask him and his imaginary gun.
but no one serial kill me now that you know i'll be living in solitary bliss.