We Get In Touch with Our Inner 'Neck and other stories

So tonight, my Steve-O is cooking dinner.

This is what we are having:

Source: eol.org via Martha on Pinterest

Yes, that is  a squirrel. And just how did squirrel end up going from that to this, you ask?:

and then this:

?

Well, that's easy. I married a man who seemingly looks like a normal guy. Smart, well-educated, well-spoken. No joke, he is a secret 'Neck. For real-his neck is very red. I mean, he will even off road in a Honda!

I don't mind too much because damn, he is sexy in camouflage hunting clothes.

See, here's a picture of him with the girls before deer hunting:

Super hot. I told you!

However, it would never occur to me to hunt squirrel. Or eat them. They are annoying little creatures who run out in front of my car...but  he and Red Head and B-lette have taken up squirrel hunting in the woods around the house. B-lette got a new pellet gun for Christmas, and it turns out, those are really good for blowing away shooting squirrels. And because the boys are sofreakingproud of themselves, we have to eat them. And since I am a great Southern momma, I will eat what my boys brought home....

Wish me luck. I am a leeeeetle nervous. I mean, they are rodents, right????

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http://iceage.wikia.com/wiki/Scrat

And of course, I can't sign off without my personal pop culture favorite:

Bon Appetite, or whatever....more like "C'mon an'git it!"