Sign adhered on the merchant’s door says, “Gone fishing for fish, for my favorite aunt’s dinner.” “Wish me luck.”
Governing a great nation is like cooking a
small fish – too much handling will spoil it.
When I retired, I could hardly wait to spend time enjoying my favorite pastime� fishing.
I bought my own little fishing boat and tried to get my wife to join me, but she just never liked fishing.
Finally, one day down at the Bait & Tackle Shop, I got to talking to Sam the shop owner, who it turned out, loves fishing as much as I do. We quickly became fishing buddies.
As I said, the wife doesn’t care about fishing. She not only refuses to join us, but she always complains that I spend too much time out on the lake.
A few weeks ago Sam and I had the best fishing trip ever. Not only did I catch the most beautiful fish you’ve ever seen, only a few minutes later Sam must have caught its twin brother!
So I took a picture of Sam holding up the two nice fish that we caught and showed the picture to my wife, hoping that maybe she’d get interested.
Instead she says she doesn’t want me to go fishing at all anymore! And she wants me to sell the boat!
I think she just doesn’t like to see me enjoying myself.
What would you do? Tell the wife to forget it and continue my hobby, or quit fishing and sell the boat as she insists?
P.S. Enclosed is a picture of Sam with the two fish we caught.
Get rid of that narrow-minded wife.
That’s two nice fish!