Humorous rantings of a fly fishing addicted mom.
I found a rotten carrot near my seat buckle and cathartically threw it out the window. It was a ceremonial gesture; signaling the end of 9 hours alone in a car with three kids, to the ultimate final destination with friends: a fishing boat. We took the car seats out and put the fishing gear in…if you catch my drift.
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