To draw a completely non-scientific conclusion, cheese-lovers are also jam-lovers.
Where does that leave me? Sitting on the couch watching Weeds (they FINALLY released the 6th season on DVD – thank you Netflix!) and sipping red wine.
Calling? Or Calling?
You be the judge.
I’m filing it under Worthy Ways To Spend A Tuesday Night.
And now, a detour into the land of random.
After last year’s post-South Padre encounter with a former inmate from San Quentin (yes, seriously), Billy decided that Panama City Beach wasn’t even in the running as far as Spring Break destinations were concerned.
So, somehow at the last-minute he ended up in Myrtle Beach, SC.
There was some sort of actual decision-making process behind this sojourn, but given that I didn’t even know he was out of the state until he was past Lexington, Kentucky, it was neither here nor there.
Little brothers are so tricky sometimes. Even when they’re 21.
Getting back to the point, today for whatever reason that the golf course wasn’t calling their names, they all went fishing at the pier.
Totally normal. A lovely pastime. It’s something that Billy does all the time when we’re Up North at the Cabin.
I don’t know about you all, but that is NOT something that happens at the end of the dock on Big Pine Lake.
When he texted me that picture this morning, I was all like, Why can’t you do normal spring break things like binge drinking and stuff?
But another one of his friends managed to reel in a stingray. So I suppose in the scheme of things, Billy actually got the better end of the bargain.
What’s the one vacation destination you would NEVER return to? Was it dirty? Was it frightening? Was it a lawless land? Spill.
Do you fish? What’s the strangest thing you’ve caught?
I used to fish off of the pontoon when I was little pup. I never caught anything particularly fascinating, but every once in a while, one of the cousins would catch a snapping turtle or something equally as bizarre.
p.s. Both animals were released back into the wild. Billy and I were raised in a you kill it, you eat it-type of house.