W is not around much anymore. She stays gone half the time. The other half of the time I remove myself from the household. I make effort to always present a happy, well groomed, and an attentive, but busy, person.
On a funny note. I shot a squirell with my bow and arrow yesterday.
S and I were target shooting a little in the back yard. He has a bow we got at a festival last year. 5/8" pvc and nylon string. It shoots quite well for what it is. Anyway after we get done we were walking around to the front with our stuff and there was a squirell on the front lawn. He said shoot him dad. So I gave it a go thinking I've got a 50/50 chance. Well I nailed it. Then the sucker unpried himself from the lawn, ran up the first tree, arrow and all. It kills over dead about halfway up. Falls a short piece and gets hung in the branches.
So we spent the next 30 minutes throwing a football into the branches trying to get the thing to fall so I could get my arrow back. No luck.
It was raining today. Maybe we will get it down tomorrow.
S is having a great time with it. I'm sure the neighbors are getting a kick out of it as well.
