One day you wash up on the beach, wet and naked. Another day you wash back out. In between, the scenery changes constantly.
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Fishing with the wife
Actually, it's not like that at all. In the rare instances that Georgia goes fishing with me, she usually reads a book in silence, unless the fishing is red hot, in which case she will deign to pick up a rod and out fish me.
Thanks to Wombat-Soccho, who picked this up in generic "Rule 5 Monday" this week at The Other McCain, and to the Classical Liberal, who scooped it up with "Debt Bomb" and other Rule 5 posts.
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