Boys Will Be Boys
After I kept Mr. Wonderful slaving in the garden and yard all afternoon yesterday, he and his boys went on a manly, testosterone-filled fishing trip to Lake Hefner.
Notice the irritated looks on their faces. I ran out to take a picture and made them all get out of the car as they were pulling out.
They’ll thank me for the memory later.
They came home after dark with a cooler full of Crappie. I love Crappie, it’s mild and white and yummy, kind of similar to Tilapia.