This was me today...
except I wasn't holding a corsage and wearing a styling brown suit,
and I didn't get picked up by a Latino fella and his buddy in a cool hot rod.
No, that is not how my story ended, because I pulled it together and decided not to run.
And my friend Melissa, the fish master, gave me a surprise visit and saved my squeamish butt.
I was home and in my fridge was a big ass fish my ever-so-proud Liam caught waiting to be cooked. I do like fishing...the sport of fishing, I am a catch and release kinda gal. When it comes to the clubbing the poor sucker over the head and then gutting it I am not a fan. Yes, I will do it and try to act fairly non- chalant about the whole affair for my boys sake but good God the idea of it makes we want to run straight for Boise like Napoleon.
Catching this rainbow trout and bringing it home to the freezer made Liam so proud we decided to have Nana and Poppa over for the big fish dinner. Earlier today I was googling cooking sites to decide the best way to cook the sucker and I could have figured it out but I was so thrilled to see Missy take over the blood washing and then saw the beady-eyed little head off!
She walked me through how she preps it and Mr. Fish looked like this...
Anyways, I cleared up the mess and Liam happily took out the trash and Mr. Fish went on the BBQ for 40 minutes till his flesh was flaky and we ate him...end of story.