My husband talked me into getting my fishing license. So every night this week we’ve been
wasting sewing time fishing. The kind of fishing where I sit for 10 minutes wrapped in a quilt with my Superman fishing pole and my ninny dog…pose for a "fishing" picture…
then sit in the car with curly hair and we eat pretzels.
So until I catch enough fish to make it worth that darn fishing license….I’ll be fishing…not sewing. Luckily we like fish…and curly hair up there. I could eat him up.