Our dirty little secret.

Here it is.  Our garage.  Or I should say, Scott’s garage that my car happens to sit in.  Here is his hobby and number one obsession on display every time I open the garage door.  Hunting.  Even worse, Scott’s style of organizing–he doesn’t.

If I could find one thing that I could get rid of from Scott’s life, it would be hunting.  He grew up in South Florida, yet he is the biggest hillbilly I know.

I could sit here and list all the reasons why I loathe hunting.  But I won’t bore you with my views.
Instead, I am showing you the most embarrassing part of our house.

I envy just about every married woman out there.  There is only one friend that I can think of that has my problem (she happens to be married to Scott’s best friend).

As for everyone else, just know that if I’ve seen your garage, I’ve thought to myself “she is the luckiest woman alive and she doesn’t even know it.”  I drool over your husbands.  I worship the ground your husbands walk on.  I go home and tell Scott how cool your husbands are.

Oh Scottie…You’re lucky the rest of you makes up for it.  I married you for a thousand reasons but THIS is NOT one of them.

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