For her thoughtfulness told me so…

Fortunately, when I was around twelve years old and in desperate need of a new winter coat, my mother bought one for me.

Unfortunately, we lived deep in the Idaho woods, it was hunting season, and my coat was two-tone brown.

I never complained, mind you. I was thrilled to be wrapped in warmth, as the walk to the bus stop was a long, dark, and frigid one in the winter. But I have to tell ya (for the entire mile and a half long trek… three miles there and back), I sang at the top of my lungs so that I wouldn’t be mistaken for a deer.

Fortunately, my crooning didn’t draw out the hunter’s bow in search of a pack of howling wolves.

Unfortunately, no one mistook me for Susan Boyle, either.

Wasn’t that woman fantastic!?

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