But since Tim is a meanie, I had to touch one. Here’s how the conversation went.
“Hold it or I’m pushing you in.”
“But it might bite me!”
“Louise, I swear.”
“But it is slimy!”
“Fine!”
“OMG!!! DON’T TOUCH ME WITH IT!!! TIM, IT TOUCHED MY LEG!!!”
Little shove. “Your going in.”
“FINE!”
“Put your fingers here.”
“I CAN SEE IT’S TEETH!!!”
“HERE!”
"You want my hand WHERE!!!"
"LOUISE!"
“OMG! Jesus, don’t let it bite me. Please!”
Then 5 minutes later…..
You’ll notice my left hand is clenched, and it stayed clinched like that the whole time. My husband is a mean butt head. I do not like to touch fish! They are gross and slimy and smelly. I go fishing to try and beat Tim by catching more fish, which I used to be able to do, all last summer I out fished him, and I like to read with no kids screaming in my ears. And yes, he made me touch both of my fish. As if once wasn’t torture enough.
