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Day 8 - My Fish Tale

We went shopping a bit today. We bought great things to dress up in for the St. Patty's Day party on Wednesday. Feather boas. Headbands. Jewelry. Great stuff. Aunty is a lot more enthusiastic about it than I am. Probably part of it is because I've never really celebrated St. Patty's before. I only put on something green to avoid being pinched.

After that, we went back to the scrapbooking store. Yes, the same place where the infamous stamping class took place. And lo and behold the class instructor was there. I almost started laughing all over again. Aunty was very impressed that she talked right to me. And slow enough for me to understand everything, although some things were a bit difficult for me to comprehend. I am only 17 after all. I'm still learning.

We went out to Aunty and Uncle's property to go fishing! We had a hot dog roast. The whole time we were fishing I would get some nibbles and think I was going to get a fish, but no. Oh, oh! No. Maybe, maybe! No. And finally, when the sun was nearly set, I caught a fish! Boy, what a beaut. He must've been six feet, no seven feet long! Huge! I've never seen a bigger fish in my life! And what a struggle it put up! It took all my strength, strength I never knew I had! But I got him in! Wow, it was great! (Ok, so really it took about two seconds to reel it in, and was, I don't know, 6 inches long?)

Haha, so yeah, catching my first fish was really fun. Even though I only caught the little one, it was fun to just cast and reel the line in.

Oh, today I also met Plank. I never watched it, but Aunty told me about the show Ed, Edd and Eddy where one of the other kids has a 'friend' - Plank. Who is a, um, plank. Aunty made a Plank a while back and he went fishing with us today. And is currently sitting on my bed with Emeth.
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