Shoot Your own tree rats, Ma'am!
Don't go to whining on Us! You want to work Your Man to death?
LOL! Why, darlin', he shouldn't of married me if he wasn't going to let me work him to death! :)
Hon, I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn painted fire engine red, to my utter disgrace. He, on the other hand, is a crack shot.
Besides, I guess I'm more of a traditional woman. He shoots it and I cook it. :)