I stubbed a barefoot toe on the curb the other afternoon. Maybe I cracked it or something. Lost a little flesh, not so much that I’d notice, but the toe is black and blue now, at least in places.
Which didn’t interfere with fishing on Monday morning. Or catching a fish.
Nope, no picture, just caught one. Decent fish, but not a keeper. As if.
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Pa Wetzel called, while I was tossing a lure in the lake, long after the Sun, Mars and Saturn had set. He was just checking in, and he wanted to let me know, as a result of this week’s Scorpio [url=http://www.astrofish.net/20archive/5.20.2004.htm]scope[/url], Ma Wetzel was [b]not[/b] talking to me.
“I never said that,” she hollered in the background.
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