Saturday the weather was fine, so I headed off for a long walk with the Codes and tripped in a rut and sprained my ankle. I limped home, sat myself down to read to recover from the trauma and discovered I lost my reading glasses on my aborted walk. Good thing I have lots of backups.
Sunday, my husband, QV, and I went fishing (carrying a fishing pole more than 3 feet counts as fishing.) We went to Barnegat Light and Tuckerton. Pictures will be posted later this week. The hundreds of fishing boats leaving the bay for the Atlantic Ocean made me laugh. They raced like they needed to be first or all of the best fish would be taken.
A rich, sixty-something woman kept giving QV the eye while he baited his hook. He said she made him feel dirty. I told him I'd rent him out if it meant I didn't have to go to work.
I hope that your ankle will soon be better...should you have carried that fishing pole in your condition?ReplyDelete
apparently the "rich 60-something" was fishing for something less scaly and/or smelly, eh?ReplyDelete
hope your ankle is better -- a little arnica montana might be just the ticket to help reduce swelling and bruising (just saying... the stuff works great!)
can't wait to see the pictures -- especially if you managed to sneak in a shot of that huss... er, woman eyeing QV! ; )
We men become surly and uncommunicative if we're rented out too much, so be careful. And you have to give us a decent cut of the proceeds and let us talk about how good we were. In other words, nothing changes...ReplyDelete
Keep that foot elevated! And arnica is good.ReplyDelete
Was that cougar eyeing your hubby's rod?! Disgraceful.
Rest and more rest! You had me laughing at renting out QV, old women (older than 60) are always hitting on Pap, it cracks me up.ReplyDelete
Why is it that people are always in a hurry? And that sixty-something woman eh. Filthy! :pReplyDelete
I bet that mad ehim feel special. Such a givign spirit you are.ReplyDelete
I once went fishing with my brother. Being the bundle of energy that I am, he sent me home after half an hour with the words: "You are frightening the fish!". All i wnated to do is entertain him, while we were waiting impatiently for soemthign to bite.
I think it was my Hasselhoff impression taht pushed him over teh edge.
In his defense, he came home with fish after I had left him to his own devices :)
That sounds like how I fish.ReplyDelete
I think you are a truly enlightened woman Nessa. I hope the 60-something pays well.ReplyDelete
Pics! I wanna see pics...especially of that 60 something hussy! ;)ReplyDelete
A diversified weekend...how is that ankle doing? Did you catch anything other than that old lady on the hook???ReplyDelete
Cute post, Nessa - and your comments are too funny today! Hope that your ankle is better. And I think you've got a great idea for getting out of having to work.:-)ReplyDelete
Too funny about renting him out!:)ReplyDelete
The poor old lady was just admiring his bait hooking ability. I assume that is what you were going to rent out.ReplyDelete
I just love it when other women look at my fine husband! That's confirmation of my taste in men and I keep him happy at home.ReplyDelete
I hope your ankle is feeling better.
Sorry about the ankle. I wish I had thought about renting good stuff out, before it got all old and stuff. Just sayin'.ReplyDelete
I suppose it's nice that your only prepared to rent him out, rather than selling him on.ReplyDelete