Bouffant Blonde

Little Guy wanted to go fishing. He loves to sit on the pier and wait for the fish to bite. The only problem is he usually only gets to go fishing when Christopher comes. Christopher plays baseball. He can't come anytime soon. Sometimes Grandaddy will go fishing with Little Guy. He's not much fun. He usually gets the line hung in a tree or a limb, gets upset and heads back to the house. Sometimes they catch fish but not too often. Mama never goes fishing. She doesn't like it at all. Gran rarely goes and only with her friends. She won't go fishing with Little Guy. Aunt JoAnn and Uncle Harold like to fish. Little Guy wanted to fish with Uncle Harold. He can stay out on the pier for hours. It's lots of fun. Aunt JoAnn likes to fish too. Except her ankles have been swelling and she hasn't been able to fish too much lately. Still, Aunt JoAnn came out to check on Uncle Harold and Little Guy. She watched on the pier for a little while and then she turned to hea...

Every person who is tired of the rain please raise your hand. Yes, that's most of us. I don't know what's with that person over in the corner calling for more but get the straight-jacket out now. Bouffant Blonde lives in an area that got eight plus inches of rain Friday night and Saturday. And we were blessed it wasn't worse. People in neighboring towns are scraping muddy muck from their kitchens and bracing for more rain arriving tomorrow. And that isn't even mentioning the poor folks in Fargo. I've been in a flood. I don't want to go there again. Ever. Originally we welcomed the rain. We were at a water deficit according to Rich Thomas and his storm team. It's getting into the planting and growing season. Water is a good thing. Well, any seeds already planted may no longer be in the field they were intended to be in. Our little garden patch -- which contains no seed until Good Friday per my father's rule -- is difficult to even walk through. One s...

I'm not much for fishing. Not at all. Please don't invite me. I have zero interest in putting wet, wiggly worms on hooks. I'm even less interested in taking desperate fish from said hook and into a bucket for death. Did I mention that catfish BITE ? My big nephew loves to fish. He's very outdoorsy. And he's really, really good at it. He could fish all day and seemingly feed the world with his catch. I'd rather he throw them all back in. Sometimes he does. But sometimes he keeps the big ones for his Gran to eat. She loves to eat fish. Not as much as she loves chocolate but fish are definitely in the top five. The dogs love to go fishing with my big nephew. They think it's a lot of fun walking around in the pond muck and watching the fish flying in the air. Little Guy wants to help. The look on his face seems to be "I'll get it! I'll get it!" Ladybug prefers to supervise from higher ground. She prefers to not get her feet dirty. I don't...