They were fishing for.... um, well......fish.
They were moving along the river slowly using a trolling motor.
I guess they were trolling along.
I crack myself up.
Without warning the large motor on the back of the boat hit a stump.
My husband was standing on the front of the boat.
On the edge.
Guess who fell right off?
Yup, my hubby.
Guess what fell with him?
Yup, his brand new
Sadly his crackberry drowned, his glasses were never recovered, and his leather wallet smelled of fish.
Everything in his wallet was soaked.
We did some money laundering later that night.
What was that?
Oh, how is Chad?
He is fine... thanks for asking.
Just a bruised ego and sore from the fall and pulling himself back onto the boat.
What I would give for video footage of that.
Thank goodness he was with a friend that could see to drive home.
Fast forward to today.
Right now to be exact.
One guess where my husband is?
On a boat fishing for...um, well....fish!
With a new crackberry, different glasses and his smelly wallet.
This time he is alone.
Is it just me or is he crazy?
When will he learn?
I am thinking my addictions are nothing compared to his.
I have never lost anything or been injured from blogging.