It's a Thursday morning. The Fisherman's alarm goes off and instead of his usual press snooze five times, then get up, fill his favorite coffee mug, bring the mug back to the bedroom, and get back in bed, he exits the bed quickly and doesn't return as I snooze until my alarm goes off.
When my alarm does go off, and I realize he has not returned to the bed I figure two things, he had to poop, or he's going fishing. It's a 50/50 proposition really.
So, I'm 90% ready and doing my final rush around the house to make it out the door, and The Fisherman, in all seriousness asks, "Is this blue shirt the one for a snook photo op?"
Seriously?
"I'm going to work."
#didihearthatcorrectly #fishingfashion
Looks like the blue shirt was a fine choice for a snook photo op. What do you think?
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