Fishing, anyone?

So I know I'm not alone when I say, "My husband loves fishing." I figured I'd be able to hang with it. I'm a kinda good sport. Not a big complainer; you get the picture.

The first several weeks were just fine. I'd go with once in awhile, and he seemed to really be enjoying himself. Yes, there was the sudden uptick of the credit card balance to match all the new fishing paraphernalia swarming around in the garage, but how can I gripe about that? He's been staring at heaps and piles of jewelry making supplies, tools, paying for tuition and everything else. So I planned to be very cool about this fishing thing.

For the first couple weeks I got to go along on a pretty frequent basis. He's been fishing regularly now for about the past 3 months and on and off before that. At this point, I cannot get an invitation to go out with him no matter what I do. He has amassed a lenthy phone tree of male friends who dance around in circles about fishing. Anytime the boat is going out, the phone tree is activated. They are simply more fun than me.

More recently, he's been pushing himself a bit, in my opinion. For example, he will work all night, fly into town early the next day, and go out fishing with 5 people he doesn't know in rough seas. Upon returning, he is barely able to keep his eyes open long enough to tell me that 3 of the 5 got rediculously sea sick, one impailed himself on a gaff hook, and the other was so overserved before boarding the vessel that he slept the entire time, or seemed to, only to wake up and vomit all over the boat right before arriving back at the dock. Whew! Sounds like fun to me.

There have also been multiple instances of problems with the boat of one kind or another. That's fun. Broken down in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico, ninety nine degrees farenheit and ninety eight percent humidity, running out of water to drink, surrounded by sharks and sweaty fishermen. Did you know they actually get bird poop on them while out there? Yeah. The birds start circling the boat hoping to snipe a fish or two, even when they are 60 miles off shore. And eventually the birds will heed mother nature's call. So now in addition to fish poop, blood and guts, I'm also washing bird doodie off the clothes. Do I put those in a regular load with other stuff or make a separate one? I'll never tell.