Gone Fishing

I guess I should feel sorry for my husband who went on a long-weekend camping trip with his buddies, leaving me to care for the crazy one solo. He came home from Wal-Mart last Thursday night with $140 worth of fishing equipment for the big trip. Yes, that's right, $140. I could not believe it. I did not say quite as much as I was thinking, but he knew I wasn't real happy. The fellas left Saturday morning for their fishing extravaganza. During a texting conversation I asked him if he's caught anything. His responce: water. Not a single fish. Now I'm going to tell you what...if I had spent $140 on fishing equipment, I would be very upset. So yeah, I guess I should feel bad for him. But I don't. I do, however, feel that there will be about $140 worth of Partylite Candles in my living room very soon...