For the past few years, our daughter and family have invited us to join them for a couple of days of their vacation at a condo on a lake. It's always fun, and we usually do something special while we are there, such as going to the wildlife sanctuary or visiting the diosaur tracks in the river nearby.
This year, because I am still not as strong as I hope to be eventually, we just hung out at the condo. The condo has two decks; one is at the level of the sliding glass door, and is lovely for sitting outside and watching the moon come up.
The lower deck, down a flight of steps, has a boat slip, and plenty of space for chairs. The kids spend a lot of time there, swimming and fishing.
Jeana's husband told the kids to keep the small fish they were catching, and later they would use them for bait.
Lolly was excited about catching fish, even tiny ones, but when it came time to cut them up for bait, she got a little teary.
Since I still have trouble with stairs, Scott brought one of the little fish up to show me. As he stood over me (he was standing, I was sitting), the little fish, which we thought was dead, suddenly leaped out of his hand and went right down my cleavage.
Predictably, I squealed and started digging for the little fish, which was squirming his way right down my shirt.
Scott, Jeana, and Wick were laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes.
I finally had to go take a shower and change clothes, because I was so certain I smelled like fish.
I'm telling you, I couldn't make this stuff up!