Fish, fish bo bish
Now that Secret Agent Man has all of that restaurant work behind him, we decided to take a little fishing expedition today. A day of togetherness, family love, and getting along all day. We loaded up our teensy, wooden, LEAKY fishing boat and headed out to the creek. Secret Agent Man had to be brave and drive across the slab, (a bridge that really is just a slab of concrete over a creek), when the water was flowing over it.
He wanted me to drive my fabulous, ruby red caddy over the slab and I said, "BWHAHAHAHAHAHA......uhhh...no."
We all have our unwritten roles when we head out in the boat. Secret Agent Man mans the oars. Toots snacks a lot and typically, The Deerslayer catches a lot of fish. Me....well, I am the official Office Manager of the boat. I assist with the dispersing of snacks and drinks. I duck a lot, hoping that my crazy children don't hook me in the head while they are casting. And, I attempt to fix tangled fishing lines. On occasion I even wring out the sponge that soaks up water in the leaky boat.
As the self appointed Office Manager of the boat I keep some scrupulous records. Here is our rundown:
Number of baits lost: 4
Number of times a fishing line broke: 2
Number of times the Toots hooked her line way up in a tree: I lost count
Number of cheese puffs consumed: over a million, at least
Number of times I wished I had packed something stronger than Capri Sun: too many times to count people, too many times to count