Angel and I went to the Sharkathon Fishing Tournament in Corpus Christi, Texas.
Here's the check-in. Yeah. We thought we were the shit when we got there. We knew we were going to catch a crap load of fish (maybe even a shark) and come away with the 10,000 grand prize.
I had a feeling something was going to happen when I woke up that morning. You know those feelings you get when something might go wrong? Well, yeah. We get there and a little while later I start feeling horrible. I mean..HORRIBLE. I start feeling body aches and my throat starts to feel tickly. I know I'm going to come down with a fever. THIS SUCKS!!
We are out on the beach with no medicine. SO, I called our boy Adam who lives there in Corpus. He comes to the rescue with meds, beer and Ice.
You remember Adam from THIS time...right?
Here we have our living area. Not much since most of our stuff is still in storage. But we weren't there much anyway.
Angel has the poles set up for us. My four on the left and his 4 on the right. This way our lines won't get tangled when we have them out there.
I'm still not feeling well but I think I would be feeling much worse if I was actually home laying up in the bed under the covers because then I would definitely be feeling the fever.
I'm pooped. I'm cleaning out the bait bucket and feeding the seagulls.
The next morning we packed up and came home. I was glad to spend quality alone time with Angel because we don't get a chance to do that anymore. Our 3 big needy kids want and demand our (my) attention constantly.
We didn't win anything or even go to the announcement ceremony.