My husband loves to fish. I don't. I actually don't get the hobby at all...and I live in Florida which is like, the fishing capital of the world. But fishing bores me to tears. I take a scrapbook magazine with me and get irritated if I have to put the mag down to reel in a fish. And I sure as heck ain't touching anything yucky...like the bait or the fish. No way. So while we don't fully understand why the other likes their respective hobby.... I support his love of the sport and he supports my desire to make stuff out of paper.
A friend of mine - who shall remain nameless (and blogless *sigh*) - told me today that her husband is less than supportive of her scrapbooking and cardmaking hobby. Wait. I'm being too nice. He actually used the word - now brace yourselves - "crappy" in describing her latest project. Yes, I can hear your gasps from here. I, of course, was outraged at his audacity, especially since one of his hobbies - one that she supports and feigns interest in - is fishing.
Does your husband or significant other love to fish? Does he come home smelling errr...." ripe" after a long day on the water and regal you with stories about fish that would break world records for size and girth? Do you smile, nod politely, and pretend to be interested in his "one that got away" and "it was THIS big!" stories while silently planning what you are going to pack for your next crop?
If you answered yes to any of the above questions, take a moment to watch the video I have posted below. And take comfort in the knowledge that we papercrafters are too smart to ever attempt to perform our hobby in a kayak: