"What in hell is so wrong with people that they can't get up out of bed in the morning to eat breakfast? Now the rest of us have to suffer through their lame ass excuses of things like brunch? They ought to call it Lazyman Breakfast. Or Ruin my Fuckin' Day or Why Me? I tried to tell him that becuase they were leaving for a week and this partner is in a fairly new relationship, that it might be important that he spend some time with his wife before leaving. "Yeah, ok sure. But how come he has to schedule a day of fishing a year in fucking advance with her? Huh? Tell me that Sheri. He's pussy-whipped. I'm telling you. He's enjoying that pansy ass brunch about as much as I'm enjoying waiting around for him." I throw my hands up in the air... whatever!
So, this morning I'm running around helping Gary get ready. He's been packed (and did it himself) for a week. If he packs this way, he does pretty well. He started out last Monday with his toiletry bag packed and a few pairs of clean underwear and socks. "I'm all ready to go!" he announces. I glance into the large LLBean tote that holds what he thinks is a weeks worth of stuff. Mmmmmmm... how to go about this? Throughout the week, whenever I carried clean laundry upstairs past his 'packed' bag, I stashed a few more things into it. By this morning... he WAS packed and ready to go... and still thinks he did it. Yes, I am a sneaky bitch. lol Listen, I know my husband. If I didn't do this... he'd come home screaming at me how he had to go to Walmart and buy stuff to wear because he didn't have enough with him.
How many fishing poles does it take to catch a fish? Answer...... about $8000 dollars worth. Here's the poles that he and his partner use. Can you imagine? And they USE them. All of them. They have certain lures tied onto certain poles. It saves time to not have to keep re-tying in the event Mr. Bass doesn't like what you've thrown at him. This is serious business, folks. Not your average jaunt down to the local fishing hole to toss a worm and bobber in. These men are fanatical about their fishing and their equipment. I know. I've accidently put the tip of a rod into the garage ceiling. You'd think I had just spray painted on the Mona Lisa the way he freaked out.
Hannah wanted to get in on the action and excitemnet too so she helped him get ready by cleaning his brake lights with a half a bottle of Windex and an entire roll of papertowels. Good girl!
You'd better practice washing windows because it seems that any college education fund we might have had saved for you has been sent to these guys: