Fishing AGAIN? Agh!!!!!

So yes, I am totally glad that Husband and all the men in my family aren't obsessed with hookers or something; they're obsessed with fishing. Looking at it from that angle, it's cool.

Looking at it from the "if I could have married fishing, I would have" angle, also known as the "I would rather be fishing than doing anything else ever at any time" angle, it can be a little aggravating for those of us who don't frame our existence around it.  Basically, it goes like this:

Fishing is the central theme--goal--activity--conversation highlight of almost all family gatherings involving Husband, Brother, Father, D-man, In-law men.

If you end up doing something else on the weekend, there's always the underlying knowledge that it doesn't quite compare to any possible apex of intrigue that could result from the act of fishing.

Fishing tv shows--in which you actually watch other people float on boats, cast and occasionally reel in fish ON TELEVISION--is a frequent form of "entertainment" in my living room.

If any of them undertake a fishing trip and catch nothing, they come home quietly, pressed into silent annoyance that the Gods of the sea weren't listening. You're destined for an afternoon of Bad Mood Billy.

I feel like the lady in this commercial, and like her, I'm at the losing end of the proposition. Fishing will always win.