Winter. I fucking QUIT winter. I'm over it.

Today my son and I got a bucket of KFC. At age 9, in his wisdom, he says "dad, it tastes like fishing".

Puzzled, I wondered aloud momentarily if KFC would cook fish and chicken in the same oil.....and then, do they even HAVE a fish sandwich ffs??

My son replied "No dad, not fish, FISHING! We always get a bucket of chicken when we take the boat out on fishing trips!".

I laughed at this realization and his childlike observation..... but it made me ache to go fishing and for boating weather. What makes winter even more difficult to swallow is I live on a lake, and from my back deck I look out on our dock on our vast cove, and all the way to our lakes tributary river...... All frozen.

Let THAT shit go Elsa.

Oh, and my fucking pipes froze in our guest house last night.

Fuck winter, I have spring fever hardcore.