What Nice Crocs You Have, My Dear

All The better to fish with, darling.

Mr. EOS was up and out at 5:30am to fish and haul in the lobster traps so I, ever the good wife, waited patiently, had the coffee ready and the Wall Street Journal in. A little after 8:30, home. I rushed out, waiting to see the pile of bass and blues. Nothing, he said, One hit, that’s all. Not a single catch. Won’t he be surprised when I serve up gruel for dinner. 🙂

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