Thursday, September 2, 2010
A fish story
Our children love to fish. I can credit/blame it all on Mr. Finn. He takes them out patiently (one at a time) to share this great sport with them. This is the first time that I have ventured out with them, but since Mr. Finn thought it would be great for FHE, I thought I could handle it. Besides, Mr. Finn can't handle being the man slave for two children at a time. Imagine what that would be like ladies.
Mr. Finn drove me to the chiropractor before our great adventure because I had been gimping around for about 3 weeks. Can I say that I love that man? The Chiro dude. Is that too weird? He totally puts my body back in shape and I feel like a million bucks.
We didn't catch anything. Well, not quite true. I couldn't catch anything because I don't have a fishing license and the kids just caught branches. But, they had fun!
Until the weird drunk man came back again to lurk about. I instantly locked our offspring in the car and left Mr. Finn to pack it up for our safe journey home.
I didn't say it was an interesting fish story, now did I?