Fly Shop?!

Yeah, you too have that same quizzical look on your face that I did when I was told that a certain someone wanted to go to the fly shop.

Fly shop?????

FLY SHOP MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay......

After 5 minutes of this exchange she started to get nasty with me cause I didn't know what the fly shop was. I even got kicked in the shin for it. She is not called Boss Hogg for nothing. So I humbly ventured to the dark side to consult the Cave Boy. He is all knowing and so far the smartest of the tribe.

He laughed!

Yes, he laughed at me! Can you beleive it?! Then he wisely informed me that the "fly shop" is the FLEA MARKET!

Yeesh!

Course, I guess that is payback for my convo with my darling hubby the other day. We were driving and talking about his upcoming hunt to Canada. He informed me that he needed to buy a bug suit for the trip. The normal loving wife would have nodded and politely said "Yes dear".

Not me. I just laughed hysterically for 15 minutes. I laughed so hard that I started to cry and almost lost a contact. I laughed so much that he started to laugh. He didn't know why, but I guess it seemed like the thing to do.

So, you might wonder what was so funny?

I just got an image of him dressed like this, hunting a bear with bow in hand.

I was dreading seeing a story on the net of killer bumblebee spotted in Canada.

Okay, now you have the same "the woman is nuts" look that my husband had.