Whoever decided to make hunting season and football season fall in the same months didn’t have a wife, I am sure of it.  Luckily for me, my husband has taken extraordinary measures to make me feel loved.  For instance:  I had been discussing for weeks that when I was done with my race that I wanted to go to Leatherby’s and eat a giant ice cream sundae with a side of hot fudge.  So Monday for Family Night Zach agreed to drive all the way down to Taylorsville with me to get that sundae.

In fact, if I am being totally honest, he gave in to all my strange food requests the entire week.  But it’s not like I had to twist his arm to go to Rodizio.

And just so this whole post isn’t about food, a pretty exciting thing happened in the Fotheringham family this week.  My dad’s great uncle, Lt. Vernal J. Bird, was returned home this week aft 69 years.  He was a pilot in WWII and his plane went down in Paupa New Guinea in the midst of a mission.  The wreckage of his aircraft was discovered and DNA tests confirmed his remains.  He was greeted at Salt Lake International with full honors.

My grandma, dad, and uncle were there to greet him on the Tarmac along with other relatives.  A former professor of mine happened to be at the airport and sent me these photos.

My dad said it was one of the most amazing things he had ever witnessed.  I am so glad he finally made it home to his family.

I also got to lunch with some of my favorite friends/neighbors.  We haven’t been all together since we all served in the Relief Society presidency together.  It was so nice to see them and visit for a while.

These beautiful ladies weren’t my only lunch dates this week.  I also got to meet up with Zach for lunch as well.  It went mostly like this…

But like I said, spending lunch with him is something I totally took for granted before.  And just so you know, I did manage to make dinner for my husband one out of five nights this week.  I do cook…occasionally.

Also, thanks to a wonderful friend, I got to watch the first episode of Season Four of Downton Abbey while working from home.

Since we had already eaten every other type of junky greasy food this week, we decided to have a football and pizza party to round it all off.

Then Friday came and we were off to Bear Lake for the second weekend in a row.

The boys went up for the black powder deer hunt and my mom, aunt, and I joined them.  By the time Zach and I arrived at the cabin late that night my brother had already gotten his buck!  The men woke up the next morning bright and early to try and get another one.  As luck would have it, they were only out two hours before they got another.  [Warning:  graphic images!]

Which left them plenty of time to visit the goat farm on the way home, I guess.

Once they returned and unpacked their prize [which they hung in the garage] we decided to take a hike up the mountain to do a little shooting before they cleaned all the guns.

They boys were very patient with us the entire time.  They even forgave me when I left the truck door open [it was rather chilly] and ran down the battery.  Yes…we had to walk all the way back to the cabin.

We got home late Saturday night and the last seconds of Sunday were spent watching the Breaking Bad series premier and making Halloween craftage.

And even more football…if you can believe it.