My friend Sharon made me smile again today.
Her good man sent over some Deer meat in the fall.
Sharon had obviously been conscripted to do the labelling after the meat was wrapped for the freezer.
Sharon, it would seem, got bored writing "Deer Roast" over and over.
It makes me chuckle, when I'm poking around in the freezer, to read a certain package of venison...
Dear Roast: Well, how's freezer life these days? 'Cool' you say?