So Gunnar likes to tell me that I am the perfect girl for him. This sounds very sweet and romantic and all but let me list some of the reasons he says this...
#1. I'm making him a knife...more on this later...
#2. Let me set the scene...
14 hour van ride home from New Mexico....
30 min drive out to Mertzon....
1:00 in the morning....
Nike shorts and leopard print booty slippers....
We make it out to Gunnar's parents house and his mom tells us that Laci (the dog) has treed a coon and she will be barking all night unless we go kill it.
Gunnar grabs a gun and tells Reb to grab a flashlight then all four of us (Gunnar, Reb, me and Laci) head down to the creek in the middle of the night and proceed to shoot a coon out of the tree, watch Laci go attack it, and then carry it to the brush pile.
As we walked back to the house we laughed about me being the perfect girl for Gunnar. I mean I didn't even bat an eyelash about walking around in the weeds in my booty slippers or shed a tear when he shot the coon. It's nice ya know, to belong to someone who tells you that you are perfect for them! All the mistakes and struggles and imperfections and they still say they love you anyway and you are perfect for them. I'm so glad I get to be Gunnar's perfect girl :)
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