Here Fishy Fishy Fishy

I just got the receipt for a fish my husband is having stuffed and mounted onto a plaque. I’m not sure if these are the correct terms, but my knowledge in this field is limited. And I wish it was more limited.

Because this is expensive.

I could buy 10 pairs of shoes. Or at least one.

I think he’s giving it to his mom for Christmas. I’m unsure if she reads my blog, but even if she does, I think one should be prepared if one is going to receive a large, dead fish as a gift.

If we are keeping it, it may end up at the lake. In a closet. In the garage.
Except that it cost so much to have it modge podged that we would have to hang it where people could see it.

Like at his office.

He scares kids there already, after all.

Welcome To Our Home

Welcome To Our Home

(Disclaimer: it is a huge fish and I may have asked if he was getting it mounted because it was so big and I would actually hang it up at the lake but how fun is that?)

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One response to “Here Fishy Fishy Fishy

  1. Some years ago my husband went bear hunting with his dad & brothers. My husband was the only one that came home with a bear. my sister-in-law and I thought it was hillarious becaue my husband was the least interested in hunting. I stopped laughing when we got the bill for the bear rug. The bear rug sits in a garbage bag under a table in our bedroom. I have never even pulled the rug out the bag to look at it. The only light of day this rug has ever seen in when my husband took it my son’s first grade class during their bear unit.

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