One hot summer day I took our three youngest fishing at the Hayden Creek pond. My children like to fish, and I enjoy it also. I’m just terrible at it, and I don’t know what the problem is. Possibly, I exude an anti-fish pheromone that travels along my fishing line into the water. It could be a fish-repelling magnetic field that emanates from my body. The best I can do is frozen fish sticks at the local supermarket.
There you have it: I can’t twerk, and I can’t fish. If terrorists kidnap my family, and I’m forced to do one or the other…I will certainly miss them. Continue reading How to Catch Moss