Friday was beautiful and sunny. “Let’s get up and go fishing for a few hours.” My Husband said to me.
“Sounds great” I said. So I made a latte, packed a little bag, got our son ready and away we went to the lake. We launch the boat and head to the far side of the lake, he throws the fishing poles out (we’re trolling) and puts them in the rod holders, I tune the radio in our boat to some easy listening music and we sit back in the seats to relax.
I pull out my latte and dig in my tote bag for my Woman’s Day magazine. I am having a great time. The sun is shining, the music is playing, I’m drinking a vanilla latte and perusing brownie recipes. This goes on for awhile (fishing is a little slow), but no problem…because I’m having a great time.
Then, I get a bite. I see the pole bend, so I carefully set my latte down. I set my magazine down on the other seat where it won’t get wet. I go to get the pole, but the fish is gone.
“What are you doing???” He asks, incredulously.
“I’m fishing.” I say, calmly.
“That is NOT fishing.” He says “How can you be fishing if you’re listening to music, drinking a latte, eating donuts and reading a magazine!!!” (Did I forget to mention the powdered sugar donuts?)
“It’s actually pretty easy.” I tell him.
Then comes the guilt trip. “I brought you out here to spend quality family time and to FISH with you. How can we fish together when you’re doing all that other stuff?”
The guilt trip works. I put away the magazine and put the latte away, too (only after chugging the last few swallows…I wouldn’t let that go to waste). Then lastly, I turned off the radio. I finally turn to him and say, “Ok. I’ve put it all away so I can fish with you. What would you like to talk about?”
He looks at me like I’m from another planet and says, “I don’t want to TALK to you, just sit there and fish!”
So much for my great time.