I decided to make things interesting by betting the girls that they couldn't catch as many fish as their dad and I. Kids v. Parents in the Great Fish Off. The girls were fresh off their poker victories from the previous nights, so they were in.
We decided that the losers had to make the winners lunch.
Who won the bet? Well, I don't remember the official score, but I do remember making a lovely lunch that day.
I'm competitive, so it bothered me to lose to a couple of tweens. Seriously, I loathe losing.
After much thought, the reason my team lost popped into my head. It was, like, so obvious. The reason my team lost was because we didn't have a team name. Duh!
Bingo! Problem solved. I asked for and was granted a rematch.
For that afternoon's fishing session, we raised the stakes and bet the girls a candy bar each (a big deal for a family not known for it's candy eating capabilities) that they couldn't catch more fish than us.
Still high on their victory lunch, the girls were in and they agreed to coming up with a team name.
Their name: Walleye I Aught to Be Awesome
Our name: Baby Got Bass (said the Sir Mix-A-Lot way of course)
It was a close race, but in the end team Walleye beat team Bass by one fish.
I sincerely hate losing.
Especially when our team name was most excellent.
Surprisingly, my Freak Out of the Day wasn't over loosing the Kids v. Parents Fish Off. Nope my major freak out came when the girls came out of the lake from swimming that afternoon.
I won't go into huge detail (a rarity) because the incident still causes heart palpitations in me, but let me just say that there was a leech involved.
A leech. On my child's foot.
A. Leech.
Seriously?! Have you seen Stand By Me?
Crikey!
Makes me want to throw up just thinking about it, so I won't. I will think about Stand By Me quotes.
"If I could only have one food for the rest of my life? That's easy - Pez. Cherry flavored Pez. No question about it."
"Sorry Vern. I guess a more experienced shopper could've gotten more for your seven cents."
"Chopper, sic balls!"'
There. I feel better now.
It was our last night in beautiful Minnesota, so brace yourselves. This is the last Minnesota sunset picture.
On the long drive back to Indiana, we made a small pit stop in Hayward, Wisconsin. It was a lovely time, mainly because there were no leeches and we stopped in a candy store to buy handmade fudge.
I am a fool for dark chocolate fudge.
When all was done, I had acquired hot looking Mom jeans, scarred the children for life, taught them how to gamble, fallen in love with dark chocolate fudge, freaked out over leeches, touching a fish, and hooking myself.
We drove 2,035 miles, I took 1,500 pictures, and received about that many mosquito bites.
And I answered a question that's been bugging me for quite some time:
Can I hold my breath for one mile while zipping down the interstate?
No. Sadly, I cannot.
Baby Got Bass is most excellent. You should have won. I bet they were cheating somehow. Who did the counting?
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