My best friend, we’ll call her Lady Gaga, wanted to make
sure I put something about her on here. My friend’s pretty awesome despite her
occasional drunken binges and yelling out obscenities at sixth grade band concerts.
She’s alright though. You’ll probably hear more about Lady Gaga in upcoming
blogs because we do have a lot of adventures together in our neighboring towns.
Once we took a ferry to
Mackinac Island
to hunt the Island Gray Fox . . . we’re big into hunting. We found a spot for a
campsite, set up camp, unloaded our guns and ammo and waited silently for a
sighting or noise from our prey. We camped on the island for 3 days and 3
nights, still not spotting or hearing sounds of the elusive gray fox. I told Lady
Gaga to stop farting at night and eliminating any potential encounter with our
prey. She didn’t listen.
When morning came of day four, I took notice of the island
guide that the man on the ferry handed us while boarding. In bold print it
stated “NO HUNTING THE ISLAND GRAY FOX.”
Apparently the fox had been the latest
addition to the endangered species list. I told this to Lady Gaga and she went
nuts. I told her she better settle down. Well apparently, her wild ranting drew
the attention of a nearby farmer . . Ted was his name.
Within minutes the sheriff came and cuffed Lady Gaga while
she yelled,“I’ll get you Island Gray Fox.” She doesn’t take setbacks well.
This was my first brush with the law thanks to Lady G. I had
to go home and tell her kids, “Mommy will be gone for awhile but auntie Traci
and daddy will be here for you.”
They
cried, but understood that sometimes this happens with mom.
That is just one story about Lady Gaga. Her and I are
nothing alike, but her frequent outbursts and occasional streaking at sporting
events keep me entertained and thankful that I'm not like that.
