And so it begins

Today marks a very monumental day in the Mr and Mrs Fabulous Dude household. Some might even say that today is the most important day of the year. More important than our birthdays, more important than our anniversary, more important, dare I say, than Christmas.

Today my friends is the first day of hunting season.

Over the course of the next few months, my husband will be an elusive body in our home. I will be lucky to catch a glimpse of him as he camos himself up and sneaks out of the house quiet as a mouse in the wee hours of the morning. I will anxiously await his return at dark thirty in the evenings.

It starts with waterfowl, sometimes moves to Moose, from there we're into deer season (which includes rifle, muzzle loader and bow season). Then we sometimes take a small break for Christmas starting right back up with rabbit, grouse and finally back into waterfowl. When March arrives, there is nothing to be shot at so we get to rest. April and May bring turkey season. Then we've arrived back at the summer, where we get a few months off to dedicate to preparations for the next season.

Starting now, in order to catch my hubby's attention, my wardrobe choices will have to revolve around mossy oak breakup, blaze orange and Max 4 advantage. If I want him to take a second look, I have to look like this.

Our dates will involve cuddling in tree stands, setting up decoys in the field, removing the truck from 2 feet of mud and if I'm really lucky, we'll get to turn my kitchen into a meat processing plant.

Today is the day that my fabulously handsome dude magically transforms from this ....

To this...

So hunting widows wives unite, as we approach another season of gunshots, bow strings, lonesome evenings and wild game.