Today continues the weekly series, F*ing Fridays, which will coincidentally occur on Friday. In Year One, I mentioned some of my favorite F words back on Day 5, including: Fearless, Fabulous, Fine, Fun, Faith, Freedom, Forgiveness, to name a Few.
Last week I dove into the words Forever Friends.
Today’s F*ing Friday is dedicated to the word:
As in, I’m not afraid of fish.
Well, maybe I am. Not really. Okay, a little bit.
It’s just that they are so squirmy and squishy. And, wet.
Tonight, Justin is off fishing for the second night in a row on the ocean blue. And, I am happy to be inside where it is hot and dry.
Here’s Justin’s fake fish kiss with his catch from last night.
I’m not afraid of fish. Really, I’m not.
I like to eat them. I just don’t like to touch them.
There’s something a little messed up about that, I admit.
Good thing Justin will throw those fish back in the ocean where they f*ing belong!
I guess I don’t put fish in the “fear” category.
More like the “prefer not to touch” category.
And, somehow, there is a huge difference in my head between the two.
Happy F*ing Friday.
May you catch only what you wish for and keep everything you love.
Tomorrow, I wil be back with Three Things I love…more than chocolate (today!).