Reading Mrs. Otis at work may cause excessive needs to jump over your cubical wall, dodge idiot motorist, and run home to give your kids a hug.
And when the kids are safely tucked into their (insert Pixar movie) bed sheets this evening, anyone up for donking around a few tourneys before I head up north to the cabin?
While I've caught a four pound smallmouth bass (and that's not exactly little), its nothing compared to the whopper caught by the wee blogfather. I can imagine the smile still hasn't left his face :)
Have a good weekend folks!