Okay, I am back in KCMO.
The drive was long and the snow is gone…
I found this slip of paper I kept from the place where we ate two lunches and a dinner.
YUM!
They had these place-mats with word jumbles and stuff,
about hunting dogs and fishing…
remember South Dakota.
I wanted to share the fish humor with you.
Some I have known all my life, trying to forget.
Others are new…
There are two kinds of fishermen; those that fish for sport and those that catch something.
The ability to lie differs among people. For instance, a short-armed man isn’t
as big a liar as a long-armed one.
If all the big fish that got away were in the sea, there wouldn’t be any room for the water.
Only a fisherman thinks it’s worth spending one hundred dollars for a fishing outfit
to catch one dollars worth of fish.
AND MY FAVORITE
You can’t tell: maybe a fish goes home and lies about the size
of the man that he got away from.
Oh, yeah…
when I got home. DSL was waiting to be installed.
David didn’t do it because he said he’s been too stressed…
He got a DUI while I was gone.
Don’t yet know how it will effect his job…
ALL those moments in all those years….
he never EVER listened to anything I said.
I just want it known that I passed the opportunity to say
“I told you so…” and just held him.
*as a fun note* – LJ spell check wanted to replace the unhyphenated ‘placemats’
with placentas. Mmmmmmmmmm…
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