I read one of the funniest books I had ever read in my life: Never Sniff a Gift Fish
by Partick F. McManus .
The book is collection of short stories recounting the goofy missteps that can foul up a relaxing day spent in the woods with a rod or a gun. McManus begins one of the stories with a line that made me laugh out loud. Only now, after two years of marriage, do I realize its profundity. It goes something like this: Hunting and fishing are expensive hobbies because they require furs, fancy jewelry and other high end equipment (liberal paraphrasing).
Now I know what he was talking about. Since last fall, I have been contemplating buying a new pair of jumpers, as my old ones are about 7 years old. Every time the conversation has come up, my remarks have been met with eye rolling and "suggestions" of postponement.
For the last several months, Libby has wanted to change the setting for her engagement diamond. She has talked about it for months, but never really seemed serious about it until about three weeks ago, when she closed the deal at a jewelry store in Des Moines. I think it will look something like this :
Maybe a different color, or size or something like that, I'm not all that sure.
You know what they say, one good turn deserves another. That ring is an unambiguous green light to buy a new pair of jumpers.
About a week ago, I spotted a deal on a lightly used pair of Goodman Llewellyn Pros, so I (alert the pun police) jumped at the chance.
and here they are, ready for a new home.
Has anyone seen the UPS man yet?