Wishin I was Fishin

I need a vacation. Perhaps just a mini-break to get away from it all. I fancy the city, but absolutely love the Mountains and the fresh air. There is nothing better than sitting in our blow-up raft (that is our version of a boat) with a fishin pole in one hand, and an ice cold beer in the other. I can imagine it now..... my feet dangeling in the cold water.....The worm squirming to not be kabobbed on my hook....perhaps a little family of ducks swim by, which enevidable I HAVE to find some type of bread like food to throw at them, quack, quack. Not me, the ducks! Ahhhh! That is the life. When we are done fishing, my hubby rows us back to shore, splashing me along the way, which he insists is an accident. This has got to be my favorite activity of all. It sprouts from when I was just a little sprout. Lol. My dad used to take me fishing every Saturday morning, just up the canyon from where we lived. Of course, we had to swing by the 7-11 that was out of the way but it never seemed to bother my dad to drive an extra 10 miles just to get me a chick-o-stick and a slurpee. Now it is my husband taking me to the 7-11 to get me a Chick-o-stick and a V-8 (I upgraded). They say (who ever they are) that a girl marries someone who is a lot like their father. Just until a few years ago, I thought my dad was one of a kind. I never imagined that I could find another person who was the smartest person I know, the funniest person I know, the most handsome person I know, the coolest person I know, and the best exampleof anyone I know......and then Haven came along. No wonder those 2 get along so well, it was like they were split at birth (only 30 years apart). That is all for now....back to reality.