

But the story doesn't end there...at the river. They brought those fish home. Kearsdad cleaned them while the girls watched. I was grossed out. I refused to watch. I just made sure everyone washed REAL good when they came in. The fish were all cleaned and placed in bags and we put them in the freezer. Then on Tuesday, Kearsdad stopped on the way home from work and purchased a few "extras" (a couple of catfish fillets to supplement their catch) and he came home and FRIED them! I mixed up hushpuppy batter and he fried those too. And we had the YUMMIEST dinner I've had in a while! Kearsdad is on a roll. Wonder what he'll cook next? Probably burgers since last week on the mission trip I had 3 boys talk about hamburgers. Actually they ASKED for hamburgers. Told me it was time. Maybe I'll take pictures of the grill next time.
Nevertheless...I am one lucky woman. For many reasons.


