Last November, my husband headed to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula for his annual deer hunt. Since hunting is my hubby’s passion, I don’t mind his absence; especially since when the “Cat’s” away, the “Mouse” can play. (Squeak, squeak.)
I also went hunting that November, but my prey was pie. My daughter’s sister-in-law asked me to bring two pumpkin pies, and one other kind, to the Thanksgiving meal she was hosting.