Cousin Glen told me that if I came to Utah before he leaves for Iraq that he would take me rabbit hunting and teach me how to field dress a jack rabbit. I understand this wouldn't be a tempting offer for everyone, but I guess based on the fact that I'm sitting on Sarah's couch writing this, it's safe to say that I found the offer to be tempting enough.
I decided to drive, and the trip was relatively uneventful. I did get a chance to stop in at the Wal-Mart in Washington for some supplies, where I had the chance to openly gape at three polygamist sister wives. Fascinating. I only wish that there had been more time to spend staring at them, but I brought Willie with me, and I was afraid she'd start overheating in the car if I didn't hurry. I really want to know how they get their hair to stay in that weird wavy bun thing. Two of the wives looked like actual sisters, can you even imagine....I cannot.
As soon as I got here I stopped in at the parent's to drop off some things. When I went back out to the car to leave for Glen's I discovered a puddle of oil forming underneath the car. My dad came out, looked around under the hood, checked the oil, and announced that I would be safe to make it out to Glen's, but to "keep a hawk eye on that temperature gauge," and basically be prepared to blow a lot of money on repairs while I'm here.
I got to Glen's and I mentioned that my car appeared to have developed a mysterious oil leak on the way here. That's where I lost the hunting trip. Glen decided that the oil leak was a higher priority than teaching me to kill rabbits, and wound up devoting all of our hunting time to resolving my car issues.
The car is fixed now, which is nothing short of a huge relief, but thus far we've been unsuccessful in rescheduling the hunting trip. Although, I did wake up the next day and decided that despite the fact that I was feeling a little tired, a little dehydrated, and apparently a little stupid, that I would go to the gym and exert myself to the point that I would be left with all the energy of a fruit fly. I've spent the last two days laying around the house an invalid, but I believe that's behind me now.
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You should ask Glen about the time he and John went rabbit hunting. John and I had only been married a few months and I was under the impression that day that he was at work. John came home and I still thought he had been at work and John was so guilt ridden that he spilled the beans and told me he had gone rabbit hunting with Glen. We still laugh about it to this day.
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