Assholes and Fishing Gear...

My weekend was filled with both. Saturday night, the Lieutenant and I headed out to visit our local Bass Pro Shops. Instead of busting my brain trying to figure out what gear the Lieutenant would want for his tackle box, I decided that our time would be much better spent if he just picked it out himself. So, being the awesome wife I am, I accompanied him as he browsed the isles and isles of spin-baits, top water lures and stink plastic worms. My patience was rewarded however, as I am now the proud owner of this.



That, my friends, is a Pfleuger, Medium 6.6, IM8 PINK fishing pole.

I do feel slightly guilty as I was not aware of the magnitude of awesome that this pole embodies. I patiently listened as the Lieutenant gushed about its construction and smooth reeling abilities. Apparently, I now have the nicest pole we own. Oh the monster fish I will catch with this bad boy, er girl.

I stole no thunder however, as the Lieutenant picked out a wicked new soft side tackle box and filled our basket with many shiny new lures. Rarely do I see a smile that wide. He was like a kid in a candy store and a pocket full of quarters.

My patience was also rewarded with the purchase of a brand new hat. Now you need to understand the magnitude of me finding a hat the fits my head. I have a head so small, I can wear childrens hats. (Imagine my dilemma with getting a helmet to fit!) So when I put that bad mamba jamba on my noodle, I literally squealed in delight, and subsequently was laughed at by my loving husband. Totally worth it for this...



$300.00 some change later, we headed home with our loot. Both of us grinning from ear to ear. I have to say, he is one lucky man to have a wife as awesome as me.



As for the day on the boat yesterday, it took us about an hour to even get on the lake. All I wanted to do was get into the water to try and cool off but noooooo. The assholes runneth amuck yesterday with their bad dock etiquitte and 18-year old 'it isn't my job' attitudes. I would say that the signs should be enough to help give explicit instructions on launching and general pointers, but then I realized most of them probably can't read. Oh well. We got in the water and were able to cool off. Hell, the Lieutenant even wore shorts for the third time since we have been together, but didn't go in the water. We learned our lesson and will be traveling the extra 45 minutes to the quiet, well hidden lake since driving is better than sitting and getting pissed off at all the half-wits.


In other news, vacation in T-minus 4 days. A week of sun, fish and the Lieutenant in a remote cabin. Need I say more?

The laptop has shipped. It should make it's debut on Wednesday. Eeek!