Posted By AmyD. on January 15, 2009

Somehow Mike heard, “Let’s go fishing!”

He also managed to wrangle me into going to the most evil place on earth (aka Wal-Mart) where we waited for TWENTY MINUTES for someone with keys to the sporting goods counter to show up. The guy in front of us actually called the store on his cell phone 4x before anyone showed up. No joke.

The next time you see Wal-Mart complaining about sales plunging – remember this!!!

*shakes fist in air*

I honestly can’t understand why my husband wants to drag me off to the lake… again. After all, I’m the woman who made fishing a contact sport! I went searching for the post describing how I broke my ankle, but apparently it was left behind on a now vanished blogspot blog I had long, long ago.

Long story short, I was standing on the bank, it was a beautiful day yadda yadda, just caught a fish and proceeded to make another gorgeous cast, slid off the bank (less than 2 foot drop) and snapped my ankle dislocating my foot. Mike thought I broke the fishing pole because he heard the bones break. My ankle? Twas no more. Enter hysterical drive to hospital, morphine in my IV, and two large men twisting my foot back into place before binding my leg up in a temporary cast.

The story of my recovery (actually more entertaining than the break story) can be found here.

Yes, I can tell if it is going to rain, you can almost hear my ankle screaming.

After I got my cast off what do you suppose my husband did? That’s right, decided I needed to “get back on the bicycle” and dragged me out to the lake again. Only this time he made me sit in a chair and any time I got up he either ran over to make sure I didn’t fall down or yelled at me to sit down.

I still out-fished him!

So, one might think he wouldn’t be so keen to drag wifey-pie back out to a bank on some God forsaken lake to spend an afternoon casting and cursing. But, not so, my friends. As I type this he is happily whistling, “So Happy Together” and re-stringing my rod.

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BTW, the other day I was interviewed and I totally forgot to ask if anyone wanted me to interview them. It seems like everyone keeps going through bouts of blogger’s block lately and that interview gave me something to write about, so if you want me to interview you leave a comment saying so, please.

Categories: General Pointless Bitchiness, My Humiliation For Your Pleasure, Stupid Husband Tricks, Stupid Wife Tricks, Things That Could Get Me Killed
Tags: broken ankle, fish, fishing, Husband, marriage, Mike, rod, wife