So I was driving home and I spotted a sign for an estate sale – “65 Years Accum” – and I decided I should park the Volvo and mosey on over. Some decisions you never regret. (Others, well – that’s another story.)
So I did mosey. And I gandered. And I consulted with Mister. But the damage was done, as I had already consulted with myself. And myself had decided she liked what she saw.
Cut to me walking down the side of the road, carrying the preserved head of a dead animal, and you’ve got a fairly clear picture of what the heck went down yesterday afternoon. I stopped off at my gal-pal’s house, to show her my acquisition, and she snapped the above photo.
Now, I’m not gonna lie to y’all – my friend wasn’t entirely keen on my purchase. She was however, keen on seeing me walking down the road with it. Go figure.
The important thing here is that Mister is keen on it, as am I. Why? I don’t have a clue. But I’ll tell you something – at some point this stuffed head will have a name. Until then, he’s just our new buddy. And I love him already.
Don’t hate me for owning the head of a dead animal, y’all. I do eat meat, you know. And for the record, this little guy was originally procured by a hunter in Georgia (before being brought to Southern California). I think it was meant to be!