Mama Knows Best

Last night I was informed that I have two weeks to prepare for an ice fishing trip with Gazelle and his friends.  What I cannot remember is, when did I agree to take part in this excursion?  Because quite honestly, I am pretty positive I never did.  Something about chubby girls on a frozen lake just doesn’t settle right in my bones.  I am already envisioning myself falling through the ice and Gazelle panicking because “OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OKAY? I TOTALLY DID NOT SEE THAT COMING!”  Yeah, sure you didn’t buddy.

Either way, I was asked to go sit on the sidelines in a lawn chair and look pretty, while reading a book and marvel at the size of the fish he may or may not snag.  Oh, Gazelle.  You know I love you, but something tells me that you are losing your mind.