Le Doug is off to eastern Russia this week (way past Siberia, kids) to go fly fishing for king salmon and the like. I will be be watching The Boys, Maestro and Mozart, because putting them in a kennel would have been far too traumatizing for all parties involved. The Boys love the house, sleeping on the dining room table and chasing each other around the TV room. Who are we to stop them?
As Doug packed, I tried on his gear.
In a Vest With a Light on My Head. (The light is for when you have to get up in the middle of the night to pee behind a bush. No joke.)
Me in Waders. (They were really warm and water proof, with built-in booties, like footsie pajamas.)
These Are the Flies That Will Catch Amazing and Huge Fish.
None of It Seemed to Interest Mozart.
