Favorite present

For Christmas this year my husband gave me a cow skull. A longhorn cow skull. This is very exciting.

I already possess a deer and a fox skull and a pewter cow head.

When we arrived in Atlanta on the 23rd, I was sitting in the living room, and my husband said to his sister (as if I wasn't sitting there) “So where is the cow skull?” I looked at him and looked back and forth to my kids and started giggling. I couldn't stop, and I think they were confused or embarrassed and started laughing too. I kept wanting to make jokes about the whole thing but thought it might turn out badly so I let it go. The funny thing is I’m always the one who gives away the present secrets, not him.

Of course, I am thrilled to have another skull, I've already figured out where to hang it: over the fireplace.

 When we packed the car to return home, he had everything fitted in like a jigsaw puzzle. "Is the skull in there?"I asked. "Goddammit! What kind of husband gives his wife a cow skull for Christmas?" Well, with a little reconfiguration, it all fit, but with limited rear view access.

Everyone could always use another skull.