This fall, when Greg's parents come home from Cambodia, Greg and his dad are going elk hunting in Colorado. Hopefully, he'll kill something to hang next to this deer friend (I know, I'm full of it today).
Well, Greg's parents got him some new camo for Christmas to wear on the hunt. The first thing he did when we got home last week was put ALL of it on. Seriously... sometimes it's like I'm married to a five-year old. Anyways, as I was taking down the Christmas tree, I turned around and saw this.
Notice the infamous pheasant feathers from my December posts here and here. You know, the ones that Greg just adores.
How did I not see this coming?