If it doesn't involve fishing, it doesn't get done.

I think this is my new motto for Terry. Seriously, he gets these "hobbies" and then they control his every thought. He will be working let's say on a Wednesday and "ah-ha", let's call Julie to see if we have plans this Saturday. Are you for real? You, of the male species is thinking ahead 3 days and making plans for yourself? This is how I know it's love (for the hobby, not me). The issue I have with this new love of Terry's life is that if things/people/plans don't involve fishing, they either don't get done or don't get made! For instance (and I'm stretching here people...it's 1:50am and I'm wired on caffiene!) tonite I get home from work, tired but wired, and what do I find when I walk into my bathroom? A sopping wet floor with even soggier cat litter that had flown out of the box. There's a PUDDLE under the litter box and all around it. Know what it is? Shower water, from Zac. Know who was "in charge" while he was taking that shower? Terry. Wanna bet I know what Terry was doing? Either watching a stupid fishing show or reading a stupid fishing magazine that he got in the mail yesterday. Wanna know what his response was when I woke him up to tell him I was aggravated about the puddles on my bathroom floor at 1:45am while his alarm is going off at 3:15am (yes, I'm a bitch!)--he was gonna clean it up in the morning. What, was it going to DRY? NO!!!!!! And although it may not sound like a connection, I KNOW that fishing has SOMETHING to do with this puddle I just cleaned up....and there you have it!