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?


Shannon said...

Sounds like that guy was acting "fishy"... hahaha :)

Tamaratravel said...

I'm glad when they don't catch anything..Love the fishing just not the eating..Great FHE idea..