Last night we ventured up to the State Fair. Looked at a few animals, scored myself a sweet deal on some fake Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses (because I left mine at home), walked through the 4-H house and reminisced about how I cheated in the 4-H baking contest when I was 12 and won with a Krusteaz muffin mix, and then headed over to 'creative arts' where we found this beauty.
At first glance you think....oh a stuffed deer...how nice....but upon closer examination you realize it's only half a stuffed deer. Am I the only one who finds that disturbing? Those of you who know me, know that I don't have a problem with taxidermied animals (for those who don't, I grew up with a stuffed turkey greeting me outside my bedroom door each and every morning and a ginormous elk staring down anyone who entered our front door) but somehow half of an animal laying on pseudo snow with a rock where his butt should be gives me the willies. It's like he's the swish-plop deer. (If anyone besides my family gets that, then you're super cool and you probably nearly peed your pants around a campfire as a child just like I did.) Anyway, that's all I have time for this morning, so until next time Stumpy the deer and I bid you adieu.
