My Opinion Counts

Today was a productive day. I picked out a new pair of glasses and then went to the hairdresser's shop and had my hair trimmed.

I went to the Scrapshack and finished hubby's fishing scrapbook. I had a few pictures left from his last fishing trip that needed put into the album and journaled. I'll try to get pictures put up so you can see the little copper fish I made. He was pleased with how the pages looked.

Hubby goes fishing in southern Indiana at least once a year and more if possible. The lakes there are old coal strip mines. They have been reclaimed and are wonderful fishing spots. They contain lots of bass and what hubby fishes for, bluegill.

The area is very grassy and apparently is full of ticks. A good friend and fishing buddy of hubby's got bit by a tick and spent a week in the hospital.

Does anyone know if there is a repellent for ticks?

I have the type of personality where I just know if I try one more time, it will work. I know that I shouldn't gamble because I could keep trying to win and lose everything. I am that way with fishing. It is a good thing that hubby is in charge of the motor because I always think that the next cast will catch the big one. I let my bait drag in the water just in case that big fish wants a bite. When he bites I will catch him. Then I will tell hubby, "See, if we would have waited, that fish wouldn't have had to swim so fast and hard to get his dinner."