I Married Me a Pioneer Man

Earlier this month, I was granted a weekend off from work. A whole weekend to do whatever I pleased. Coincidentally, Matthew wasn't on-call, which freed up some of his time too. Mind you, this is a rare occurrence to 1) have time off and 2) have time off at the same time.

So anyway, I had imagined maybe heading to the coast or exploring downtown Raleigh...maybe do a little shopping. Boy did I have my priorities wrong. Matty took me mushroom hunting and fishing instead.

But let's skip to the main points:

1. Not a single mushroom was apprehended.

2. Matthew's favorite fishing rod, (that he constructed with his dad years ago), snapped in half with a baby bluegill fish on-hook.

And that is how the weekend was spent.

No mushrooms...no mushrooms anywhere.

Dinner? I think not.