Vitamin D

· I over slept and blamed my human alarm clock for ruining a rare fishing opportunity last Saturday.
· Fortunately, the Captain was superstitious and insisted he personally pick me up at home.
· I was embarrassed for breaking the 5am pact I made the night before to meet at the Smiling Cove dock.
· Verbatim "We are meeting at 5 am? Hell yeah I'm there!"
· I blamed it on the N Rolling Rocks I had at Johnny’s.
· Had a Minnesota Vikings game been scheduled to air, I would have been up by 2:30 am.
· I am glad I still have my priorities in check.
· We set off around 7 am and carried on to a place the Captain called the “FAD”.
· I was disappointed to see a buoy.
· I anticipated seeing a bunch of Pokémon or even beanie babies at the “FAD”.
· But sure enough within minutes we managed to snag a 25lb Wahoo.
· Notice I said “we” and not “me”.
· A few minutes later the Captain decided to Jig and caught the first Wahoo’s identical sister.
· I only knew the Wahoo were female because of the distinct c-cup bikini tops they had on.
· Oh, the adrenaline rush.
· I was so amped I felt I could swim back to shore.
· I had an overwhelming feeling we were going to have a stellar day.
· The ocean was bluer than blue and the clouds looked like arrows pointing to all the hot spots.
· I started complaining why on God’s earth did we bring “only” 1 ice cooler.
· Then reality set in.
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Nothing!
· We went here, there, and everywhere…Nothing!
· We spotted a school of yellow fin…Nothing!
· We spotted birds swooping…Nothing!
· I did get a bad 3^rd degree sunburn that would make my Apache uncle proud.
· I guess the silver lining was that I had a lifetimes worth of vitamin D.
· I enjoyed every minute of it.
· The company was great.
· BTW, I had since replaced my human alarm clock with a real one.

The Day My Universe Died.

She was not naive. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her design was crafty and detailed. Her plan was executed with accuracy and precision. Even the temperature was factored into her equation. I found an old, crumpled note on the dresser that read, “You are no match! You lost the minute the sperm hit the egg." I am unsure of the context.

WOW!

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