So for those of you who know me and those lucky enough to be getting to know me :) , must know that I enjoy fishing from time to time. A very theraputic sport that allows me to float around in my small inflatable raft and take in the awesome scenery that keeps me in Colorado. A week ago, more or less, I had a very successful day at Dumont Lake just east of Steamboat. Successful, in that, it was a beautiful evening, I caught six gorgeous fish, and Lenny (the 9month old terror puppy) had a blast playing in and around the lake. We raced home with our trophy fish on ice intending to clean the fish at home. It is fall here in Steamboat and as soon as the sun starts to go down, it is getting quite chilly. So, the thought of cleaning the fish at the lake was just too cold for me. Much better to be in my nice warm garage! Remembering the stench from the warm weeks before, when I had put the fish guts in the trash can, I had hoped that my dear Mark would perhaps take the bag of fish guts and dispose them at his office dumpster. Monday morning rolled around and the fish guts remained on the shop table in the garage. Tuesday rolled around and the fish guts remained in the bag in the garage.
I have been on a diet and trying to eat well during the week. On this particular Tuesday, I was scheduled to eat a tuna sandwich. (Do you see this story tying in together at all????) Anyways, since I'm on this diet, I make the trek home to make my tuna sandwich. I venture into the backyard to check on Lenny and for some reason he is glued to the garage. I proceed to investigate and voila', there are fish guts strung from one end of the garage to the other and Lenny is looking down in shame. Gag! Gag! Gag! I decide that I have to pick them up then and there because I cannot continue to allow Lenny to feast on rotting fish intestines and such. After feeling the vomit rise in my throat several times, I manage to get the remaining fish guts back into a bag and then double bag them. Taking the bag to my own car, I decide that I am going to have to take control of the destiny of these fish guts and dispose of them myself. Gag....again.
But, now I am starving, did I mention the diet? Grrr! Ever try to eat a tuna fish sandwich with rotted fish gut smell on your hands? I was so hungry, yet so smelly. Fish smell does not go away after washing your hands 51 times. I know. I did it. So, here I am, trying to throw pieces of tuna fish sandwich into the air and into my mouth so my hands don't go near my nose and gross me out. Needless to say, I only ate half of the sandwich, Lenny got the rest.
