...but hoping hard things pick up. Roger's being a trooper about it, but I can see he's kind of disappointed. Sorry, man. Remember that it's only the first half of the first day.
I feel terrible and feel like I've let my buddy down some, but a few shots anyway I'll share. STX is asleep on my couch behind me, as I sit desperately trying to figure out how I'm going to turn this thing around.
Not according to STX. He was just mumbling in his sleep, talking about "damned Yankee half-breed...knew I shouldn't have trusted...rrrrr...Mama...Pearl Harbor...Meatball sandwich...should just have let Petey...zzzzzz....they'll eat anything...ain't even human...messed with Texas...joke's on him...and Ed..."
Looks pretty successful to me! I couldn't fish my way out of a paper bag! But man, I live time on the water with good friends.
It's always the mental toughness that counts most! But I know most of what you write is in jest. Go sleigh 'em, drink some cold ones, tell the dirtiest jokes you know, and have a blast!
Appreciate the pictures!
Bob
Bob Enjoy life now -- it has an expiration date. ~Molɔ̀ːn Labé Skýla~
That's it, rub some salt in the deep cut in my heart. If things stay this way, it'll be seppuku for me by Friday to save what little honor I still have.
Dave, have you been drinking by any chance, BTW? I can't figure out how else you're the only one who feels, and understands my... pain.
you miserable sumbitches deserve the crappy weather, the crappy fishing and each other!
I'm pretty certain when we sing our anthem and mention the land of the free, the original intent didn't mean cell phones, food stamps and birth control.
I'm about sick here. "Roger, I'd like to discuss the reasons things didn't work out quite like you'd hoped. Can we have a dialogue without judgment and..."
That's when he spit at me and pulled the Snuggy over his head and hissed, "Cono tu madre, pinche chino! Largate ya, pinche cabron!"
I dunno' what that meant, but at least we got a dialogue going. Sort of...
That's it, rub some salt in the deep cut in my heart. If things stay this way, it'll be seppuku for me by Friday to save what little honor I still have.
Dave, have you been drinking by any chance, BTW? I can't figure out how else you're the only one who feels, and understands my... pain.
Not drinking at the moment but it's hotter than fat albert's arm pits outside and a cold beer sounds pretty dang good.
(I sip a couple in moderation now, much slower pace than I was drinking at prior to "stopping")