There is a deer on my wall...

Last Fall while I was getting all dolled up for my friend Ashley's wedding in California, Scott stayed home with the boys to go out into the wilderness and 'shoot stuff'. What we ended up with was a very large, dead deer that my husband proudly claimed as his prize....and the ultimate symbol of his masculinity. Being several hundred miles away from each other, he of course called me to tell me of the decision we had to make. (Me: "Ugh, what decision?") To mount the deer head...or not to mount the deer head...that was the question. {Might I interject at this point that I didn't even want the meat in my freezer.} Scott was pretty set on having it done and, to be honest, I was starting to go along with it until he told me how darn expensive those things are. After picking my chin up off the floor I quickly ran through the spouse checklist-1) Is this important to him? {yes}; 2) Will he be hurt if I tell him 'I don't care'? {yes}; 3) Should I be supportive of his interests? {yes}; 4) If the situation were reversed, would he support me in my hobby and interests? {yes...so...there you have it}

I almost couldn't believe how easily the words flowed out of my mouth, "Honey, I think you should get it. I mean, it isn't very often that you shoot such a large deer. Yes, it is a lot of money, but I think that sounds like something we can do."

I would be lying if I told you I didn't think about that deer the entire 9+ hour drive home...the only saving grace was Scott telling me, "It won't be done for at least 3-4 months"...and of course that time seemed forever away.

Over the past few months we've mentioned the deer only a few times. Each time Scott would ask, "Where are we going to put my deer when we get it back?" my response was the same--the garage. This was always met by the argument that we were not spending that much on a decoration for the garage and that instead we should hang it in our bedroom...and, more recently..."We should hang it over the crib in the nursery!" {ugh. absolutely not. eyes rolling}

Well, a couple of weeks ago Scott received the call. Yep. It was the taxidermist....Bambi was ready for pick-up. I came home on Monday to a giant head in my living room with black marble eyes and a husband who couldn't wipe the smile off of his face.

So...the debate continued. Where to put the thing. Once again Scott suggested main living areas while I was partial to the garage, storage room, and other similar tucked away areas. {Evidentally the pregnant hormonal Hydee is not as good of a wife as supportive non-pregnant Hydee} I finally said I would be willing to hang it in the downstairs office and left for YW about 10 minutes later. When I arrived home this is what I found...


Yep, I now have a deer on my wall. And "it isn't going anywhere". This is going to take some getting used to. :)