Here are some pictures of the fishing trip Lloyd and the boys just took with my dad and the dog (no, not Ping, though he would make tender, delicious, poodlerific crab bait).
Fortunately for me, I had to
work lay on the couch. Drinking beer. In my underwear. I get seasick, you know. I have spent MANY a fishing trip vomiting while laying on the deck of some stinky old tub, getting sloshed by freezing seawater. At least when I'm vomiting on the couch in my underwear I'm plenty warm and I got to drink the beer first.
The boys, though, LOVE to go fishing. And I love to drink beer in my underwear. Win-win, my friends!