So just a few short posts ago, I was talking about how men don't remember things, and can't multitask. Well here's a real winner so you guys know what I'm up against here.
Father's Day is coming, it's June 18th. I call my husband and say -"Julie's family is going to the Railcats game for Father's Day...your Dad's been wanting to go to a Railcats game, do you think we should try to get your family to go, too?" Kevin thinks this is a great idea. I call Kevin's mom...she thinks this is a great idea. She tells the sisters, everyone is on board. One week later, I'm buying tickets. Kevin is aware that I'm buying tickets because I've told him that we're one section over from the Anton clan...the game is at 2 pm, we're all set.
Fast forward to yesterday. When I'm making serious plans with Julie about going to the Southwest Michigan Wine Fest thingy that I posted about the other day. We're reserving hotel rooms, finding out about cabins on the beach. All of a sudden, I have a vague recollection that my husband is going on a fishing trip at the end of June. I call him and ask him when it is. Hmmmm, I don't know, lemme check, he says. "Oh, yeah...June 16th, 17th and 18th." what? WHAT? Father's Day weekend. You are going to Lake fucking Erie to FISH for Father's Day weekend...when I've planned an outing with YOUR family. You're not going to be with YOUR Father, your children aren't going to be with THEIR father, because THEIR father is fishing on Lake Erie. Sweet Jesus. He KNEW I was planning this! With HIS family!!! And he's just laughing away on the phone. Granted, his fishing trip was planned first, but no "Hey, maybe don't plan that because I won't be here." No "Hey, I think the Railcats game is a good idea, but remember, I'll be fishing that weekend." No, let me BUY the tickets for your sisters, your mom and dad, your nieces and nephews and then say, oh yeah, I TOLD you I was going fishing. For the love of all that is good and holy. Someone keep me from killing this man. It's also the weekend of Owen's last Little League game. Which he'll be missing. To fish. In Lake Erie.
Seriously? Seriously. This is my life.
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Fishing= Bad Language, Too much Beer, and Boys.
I can’t believe we don’t fish.
Well, when you put it that way, I can't believe we don't either.
Must have something to do with slimy lures and hooks getting caught in fishy mouths and such...
Must.
I can now put the worm on the hook myself but I still can not take the fish off the hook when I catch one. I figure the next time I go I will take some of those yellow cleaning gloves so I can try to take the fish off the hook myself. Fishing is fun but only if you know there are fish for sure where your fishing.
So Reba are you still going to the RailCats game with out him?
Seeing that I moved away from NE Ohio in 1993, I am left wondering...do people actually do anything INTENTIONALLY at Lake Erie now, besides dump dead bodies and tires? If so, hurrah! It must be better than when I worked on Euclid Ave. in downtown Cleveland and you could smell the stench. I'd take a RailCats game over fishing in Lake Erie any day.
Absolutely, I already bought all the tickets. I told Kevin he had to call his dad and tell him he would be missing the game. Jackass.
Eileen, are you still in Ohio? We have relatives that live about an hour south of Cleveland.
Props for oHIo.
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