A brief public service message from your pals at Singlebarbed.
Saturday you must pay dues, you must grovel and endure hideous ritual, you must utter filthy words foreign to your vocabulary, and must prepare your tailbone for the obligatory Tom Hanks – Meg Ryan marathon.
More importantly you must not fish, because on the 364th day, She rested, and so must you.
You’ll be skulking through darkened streets hoping your buddies don’t see you hand in hand with the Missus.
They’ll be in line behind you at the Romantic Comedy Cineplex scanning the periphery for their buddies – and you’ll have a “Bro-mance” moment when you collide at the popcorn queue.
Sunday you can laugh at the other fellow’s stories – claiming all you had to do was split a diet coke and shake her hand. We know better, but aren’t about to rat you out – not with the crowd listening.
Me? After a long stint in the dentist’s chair fixing all those old fillings from my youth, and with the Doc scoring a “personal best” of 13 fingers in my gob at once, I’ve got enough Novocain residue in my face to feel invulnerable. I’ll be dodging bullets on the Holy Water – and if the reports sound familiar, I’ll pay them no mind, she couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with a scoop shovel.
.. and the 46% of you that forgot what Saturday was – no need to thank me ..
So where are you fishing this weekend?
I’ve got blue skies at the moment, with the threat of more rain and wind tomorrow. I’ll stay close by – rain doesn’t bother me too much and I know a couple brush choked ravine creeks that should break the wind, should it appear.
It’s more important to thumb nose at the rest of the Brotherhood, actually catching something is a luxury.
It’s snowing like the dickens again up here, which suggests a date with Satan’s Snowblower (Round 2 today) instead of a quick ski trip into the river for the olives (damn).
The 13th finger….. oh boy.
I seem to remember and old Fly Tyers Magazine article about how to make some real purdy mayfly ear rings. The perfect Valentine gift in my humble opinion. So if you are forced to skip the water, you can spend the day behind the vice. If she gives you grief, hand over the flies and say, “But I did it for you….. My sweet (insert your own sugar coating).
Hope this helps
My heart was broken today…not allowed to go fishing!!