We went fishing this past weekend with Jen's mom, Sue, and I caught four fish! I thought fishing was a lie, but lo and behold, I caught the most fish out of anyone. Here is me with the first fish I've ever caught:
It was pretty awesome.
I let Jen take my car to work today because I couldn't get up to drop her off. I really should start doing that - at least get into the swing of waking up not at noon and doing something in the wee morning hours so I start to feel better. Seems like a good idea.
I haven't been out to the barn in almost three weeks and I know Grace hasn't either. Poor Tina has had some serious time off and is just toodling in the pasture with no direction and certainly is losing muscle tone. I feel guilty that neither Grace nor I, have been able to make an effort to get Tina taken care of, but I can't afford the gas out to the barn and I feel miserable trying to ride in the heat alone. So Tina sits. I'm sure she's super duper happy about not being ridden, but I think it might be time to head back out there. Maybe tomorrow.
For now, I will continue chatting with Jen on Facebook about places to go camping, and dream of the fish I will catch when we go. :)
