That's Not a Fish, That's a Goldfish Cracker

I can't seem to get my shit together to post on Mondays. I try, I really do, but something always happens and I either don't get it done, or you get a lame post like this one.

This time, my weekend was WAY TOO AWESOME to even think about what I was going to post yesterday. I spent Friday night, Saturday and Sunday enjoying the weather and making every moment of the summer count.

To recap, because I know you all are DYING to know:

Friday night: We had some awesome thunderstorms rolling through my town, so Leland and I, along with some very good friends of ours Double C and Zizzo, sat in our garage and watched the lightning shoot across the sky. For a good half hour the lightning and thunder was right on top of us which gave us an amazing show to watch.

Saturday: We woke up early because I was supposed to watch my nephew participate in a fun run at our local park. However, even though I got there before the start of the race, I still wasn't allowed in. So I went home, picked up Leland, and we went fishing with Double C and Zizzo.

We have taken Bacchus fishing with us several times, and USUALLY he is super calm and just hangs out. This time was different. During the very first cast of the morning, Bacchus jumped into the creek and chased after the line. Even though we were all yelling at him to come to shore, he got caught in the strong current and was taken downstream.

I started running along the bank of the creek to try and catch up with him. Why I thought it was a good idea for ME to run along a rocky and uneven creek bank, I have no idea. I am sure you all know where this is going.

Because I was very worried about my dog, I wasn't really paying attention to where my feet were landing. So OF COURSE my right foot lands in a mud hole and the entire right side of my body goes down along with it. Because that is the kind of thing that happens to me. But don't worry. Other than losing my shoe and my cell phone to the mud hole, I am just fine.

And of course Bacchus came back to us JUST AFTER I fell down.

I spent the rest of the morning fishing barefoot and having a great time with my friends. When we were tired of not catching anything, we decided to go swimming. We packed everything up and then spent the next 5 hours swimming at another friend's house. We drank a lot of beer, played some pool noodle baseball and we all got sunburned. We capped the night off with a bonfire.

Sunday: Leland and I bought my dad a fishing license for Father's Day, so we spent the morning checking out some local fishing spots with my dad. It was another HOT and sunny day but we loaded on the sunscreen and enjoyed fishing with my dad. We caught some little blue gills that we tossed back but had a good time fishing nonetheless. This time we kept Bacchus on a leash so he couldn't chase after the lines. The leash was long enough for him to get in the water to cool off, but he wasn't able to go far into the lake. Maybe it was his splashing around the shore that kept us from catching fish.

Our weekend came to an end with a dinner at my parent's house and then watching True Blood. Now it is Tuesday and I am at work, daydreaming about hooking a worm and casting a line.