Sweet Baby Jesus on a Breadstick. I can't even go to damn parade without being reminded I am not going to Canada. In the middle of the parade Hunter Baker handed me an envelope. Inside was a picture of the Chutes (beautiful picture by the way). On the back were the words, "Wish you were here...". Now, I am typically an optimist so normally I would have thought that a really nice gesture. In this instance, however, I translated the words to be "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I can't believe you aren't going. That must really suck. I don't know how you will get through the week. GOOD LUCK!"
60% chance of rain on Saturday. I may root for 40 more percent. A-holes.
Have a great time and please, somebody, let Trent reel a fish in after you set the hook.
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That's a new one, "Sweet Baby Jesus on a bread stick!"
ReplyDeleteI ment that in the most sincerest of ways. I only wanted you to know that we're all very sad you can't come. But on the bright side because you're not there you won't hhave to worry about getting out fished by me like everybody else.
ReplyDeleteThanks Hunter. Nobody will be more sad than me. Wish I was going to be there the first time you get your eyes on the Chutes. Have a blast, catch lots of fish, don't listen to Larry, and enjoy the week with your old man. Here is a secret: Throw a few of your white twister tails in with your chartreuse ones. You can thank me later. Have fun!
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