Family Ties meets the Great Outdoors

I apologize. It’s been a long time since I posted. but, as you are now aware, it’s true. I was fishing. with my family. and by family, I mean, my spouse, my parents, my sister, her spouse and her one-year old spawn of Elmo and Vanilla lce. in upstate Vermont. where asking for “wireless Internet” is kind of like asking for a salad at Ben and Jerry’s.

so, apparently, there are parts of me that are at odds with my Vermont fishing self. (which clearly shows you how my coworkers don’t know me at all – I mean, I once spent a good two hours tromping around in the mud to rescue orphaned pollywogs from a pool cover).

Because when I returned to work, the concept was way too foreign for my co-workers to manage.

“you went fishing? like …. for fish with lures and bait and everything?”

“yes. I caught a large toothed fish, too.” (so confession time – every fish with teeth, I had my dad take off the hook. I value my digits and I like to think my dad likes still being my dad.)

“but. you? went fishing?”

why is that so hard to believe? is it because of my staunch high-heels make you feel good/anti-black nylons position?

so, what I learned from my summer vacation is this: I’m not ready for children – mostly because I’m not ready for more Vanilla Ice. My mother, in her grandmotherly glory, bought a snowman that sings “Ice, Ice Baby” for baby e. And oh good lord. if I hear one more chorus of that song, I shall do something very bad with that snowman.

and on Sunday, I had a baby shower. we went from talking about the crazy things we did when we were younger (like 8 years ago) to the benefits of Tums. I wish I was kidding.