Frank is NOT going fishing yet.

[frankswife]

Yesterday, my darling hubby was sitting on the couch surrounded by 9 fishing poles in a semi-circle. (Can someone explain to me why he needs so many fishing poles? He has at least 15. You can only use one at a time, right?) Anyway, he was doing something to one of the poles with a utility knife and proceeded to stab himself in the leg down to the bone. Yikes! I soooo wanted to spend my day off of work in the ER. Fun. When we got home, he started to pick up the pole again but stopped when he saw the look on my face. He put them all away. Lol. Now he's limping around the house with a sad puppy look.

[lmunchkin]

Poor Frank!!!  lol   Reading this, I had to laugh.  Oh I have shot those looks at John too!  THEY DO KNOW THAT LOOK, don't they?

God Bless,
lmunchkin