You might not know it, but I was the best “Sunny” fish catcher of the early 90s. Just look at the smug smile on my face. “Another day, another Sunny.” Me in my pink life jacket with what appears to be a child sized Moo Moo underneath. The only thing missing is my blue Daffy Duck fishing pole that I used until I lost it in the river. And cried for days about, I might add. You don’t know heartbreak until you’ve lost your first fishing pole.
And are “sunnys” even a real fish? I guess I don’t know. That’s just what my dad called the tiny fish I’d catch every summer in Minnesota. But my dad tends to make a lot of shit up. To this day he still claims he had a pet alligator when he was a kid. Pet alligators don’t exist in Nebraska.
Well in true Griswold fashion, tonight Chris and I are packing up our woody wagon with coolers and sleeping bags in preparation of our camping trip this weekend. We’re going to a really cool part of Michigan that Tim Allen always talks about, with beautiful lakes, and caves, and sand dunes, and mountains, and volcanoes.
Or we might be going to a state park in Iowa. I don’t want to say which is true.
Regardless, it’s going to be interesting. I’m not sure if either of us has really camped before. I think we both have visions in our head of how this weekend should go. I just want to drink around a campfire and eat chips. I think Chris wants to explore and build a canoe out of sticks and pretend he’s on a survivor TV show. Hopefully our dreams for the weekend cross paths at some point.
One thing is for sure, Harlow is EXCITED. The bags are out so he knows it’s go time. He’s such a princess he doesn’t even get nervous when he sees the bags out like most dogs do, he’s always been invited on the trips so he knows it’s vacay time.
He’s spent the morning running hot laps around the house whimpering “Can we go now? Can we go now? What about now? Now? Is it time? How about now? Now? But now? Now? Can we go?”
It’s going to be a long day with this maniac. Just look at this face.
I’m scared to leave him alone for even a second because I think I might come home and he’ll have chewed through a wall and his head will be sticking out like, “Heressssss Harlow.”
I had to.
If only I knew how to turn this into a gif it would be amazing. Sometimes I post things I know only I will enjoy. This Harlow pic was one of them.
Have a good weekend. And if you’re camping in Iowa on Saturday stop on by our tent for some moonshine! Chris will be the guy in the poncho and I’ll be in a moo moo. So basically we’ll look like everyone else camping in Iowa I assume.