Derek got to go fishing this weekend.
In our house.
In the bathroom.
In the toilet. With a plumber's auger.
He caught a few wads of toilet paper and one bar of soap.
We're not sure who stocked this particular body of water. My money's on Caedmon, but it really could have been either boy.
I've heard from a number of recreational fishermen that fishing is a peaceful, relaxing pastime. At this point, I'm inclined to disagree with them.
I'm pretty sure Derek is, too.