A Fish Tale

Believe it or not, I had to practically drag Mr.4444 down the wedding aisle.

(We dates six years.)

Among other reservations, he feared I might be the type of wife who complains

when her husband goes fishing, duck hunting, deer hunting, etc.

(His mom hated that stuff!)

Finally, I convinced him.

I told him that I knew that fishing and all kinds of hunting were important to him;

why would I want him to become someone different after we were married?

I assured him that I would never be "that" wife,

and I've held to my word.

(It's been easy.)

On Thursday, when Mr.4444 mentioned that he'd like to go fishing

for the weekend, with his friend, Stuart,

I said, "Go!"

(He works so hard. He deserves it!)

So Mr.4444 went fishing.

Now, Mr.4444 has told some fish tales in his time,

all true, of course (wink-wink),

but this afternoon, he backed up his story

with his first-ever picture message sent via his Blackberry.

He was so excited, he sounded like a little kid!

Biggest small-mouth bass he has ever seen!

Tonight, Mr.4444 is sleeping like a baby,

dreaming, no doubt,
about another "great catch."

Have a big-fish week! :)