Dear Sweet Husband of Mine,
You know how I've always told you I'd follow you anywhere?
Well today as I was walking around the lake,
it occurred to me that maybe
I should clarify one thing.
If you should happen to get a wild hair someday
and invite me to join you out on a lake
with ice this thin looking,
you're probably gonna be
on your own.
I'll be glad to cook the fish for dinner though.
Love,
Tracy P.
P.S. It occurs to me that this is perhaps why ice fishing got started in the first place.
In case "all" the men who read my blog are laughing at me rather than with me.
Note that my husband hasn't begun this ridiculous ritual. Yet.
P.S. It occurs to me that this is perhaps why ice fishing got started in the first place.
In case "all" the men who read my blog are laughing at me rather than with me.
Note that my husband hasn't begun this ridiculous ritual. Yet.
: ) You are so funny!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'd be on the bank with you! No thin ice...let me rephrase that, NO ice. :) blessings, marlene
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