I feel like I'm living in some alternative universe here in Texas where it's the middle of July and we've yet to hit 100 degrees and all the boat ramps are closed due to epic flooding. My wife is absolutely delighted that I have nothing to do on the weekends. Instead of fishing, I've been relegated to performing countless household chores, trips to the mall (shudder), and holding yarn on my outstretched arms as my wife knits drink coasters and watches What Not to Wear. Well, not really, but that's how it feels. If the water doesn't recede here soon, I'm going to lose my mind.
In the immortal words of Frank Costanza, Serenity now!
In the immortal words of Frank Costanza, Serenity now!