Sunday, June 1, 2008

after this, i'm going to bed...



after three hours of fishin' i almost caught the big one. i saw him anyway. ended up with three small bass; they were fun to pull in nonetheless.

after twelve hours of sun i ended up nice and bronze. should've been burnt to a crisp, but i wasn't. i'm quite glow-ey, in a slightly brazilian sorta way.

after five beers i should've slept like a baby in the tent, but i bet i only slept about three hours. it was a night of listening to a fun band, noisy loons, chirpy crickets and whiny dogs...not to mention constant body cramps and waft of stinky dog.

after one small hour, sixty little minutes, of working with the kid on a two wheeler she became a pro. no more training wheels...just much more big kid confidence.

after forgetting my wallet with money, drivers and fishing license in it, i didn't run out of gas, get pulled over on the road or stopped on the lake by the d.n.r. --my dad borrowed me twenty bucks at the end of the weekend to get me home, and it got me here like it was sposed to.

after getting home and laying down, i realized just how fulfilling and perfect this weekend was.