Wednesday, 6/20/12
way-too-early a.m. Boys out fishing. Noah caught a 2-pound bass.
Uncle Jeff filleted it.
Noah was sad and disturbed by that process.
Uncle Jeff made the fish carcass talk, and flipped its tongue around and made it say "blub blub blub".
10:00 a.m. Fired up the jetskis, and that's all we did. All day.
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| Mike and Noah tipped the jetski over and went into the drink on their first run. |
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| Mike towing Jeff. |
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| Noah, Mike, Ben |
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| Grandma and Sarah heading in to make lunch. |
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| For the record, Mom and I were the only ones who didn't dump ourselves or anyone else into the lake. |
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