After a nice long nap (for both kids) one of the days last weekend, I woke up and said "let's go fishing Mommy and Daddy." Now, surely I said this because I expected to go right to the trout farm, where you could throw in some fishing line without a hook, let alone bait, and come up with a two-pounder. Evidently, this is not the case with the Huron River. Nevertheless, the four of us wandered down to the river and we had a blast! I caught my neck with a hook (and subsequently, without my knowledge, fished "hookless") and Remi caught plenty of goose poop but we all had a blast! Of course, it goes without saying that nary a fish was landed...
Love you, T and R. XOXOXOXOXOXO.
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