WARNING! Totally Nasty Post!

I'm not sure if this post is entirely necessary, but considering this tramatizing experience shook me to the very core and redefined my personality, I feel like it needs to be recorded somewhere.

I thought I was easy going, adventurous even, but now, I'm a new woman, a woman with limits and with needs. I NEED to never be exposed to this image again. Chad had gone to pick up some deer meat from our boss in Rigby, and I was under the impressing that i would have little to nothing to do with the meat after it was put in to our freezer considering i am not a huge "gamer". To my surprise (and complete oblivion) Chad brought home two deer...actual deer...with fur and hooves and eyes and ears and other stuff that freezer meat typically doesn't come with. Considering I had just cleaned (or "defunked" as my mother would say) the kitchen and had it smelling like lilacs (thank you Glade), I was put into cardiac arrest when Chad and Preston brought in black trash bags full of dead dear and shlapped it on my kitchen counter!

I tried to keep my cool and be the "sure, whatever you want babe!" kind of wife that Ive been but I cant tell you how tight my chest was as I saw them pull out smelly dead deer quarters and cut the fresh meat off the bones. BLECH!
I tried to keep my cool and let everything happen, but I was getting looks from everyone in the room that said "kaylas going to explode any minute...lets watch" so i tried to keep my distance. But after this experience... I have limits

1) Chad needs to tell me next time he wants to cut up a dead deer in my kitchen
2) I limit myself to only eating meat that ISN'T quarter by my sweet husband, bless his manly heart
and 3) I have a right to cardiac arrest....A RIGHT!

... blech