Fishing Hooks

Ok, so I go to bed and I feel a tug on the bottom part of my right shin and I look down...what do I see....a damn fishing lure! Of course it was either my husband or my son because apparently you inventory your fishing gear in the bed. Thats logical! So after we cut the lure off my pants and inspect my "wounds", they argue over who's it is...like I even care. what fun! Oh yeah and I have also been shot by an unloaded pellet rifle in the leg. It happened on Aprils Fool Day so when I called my family to let them know I had to go to the hospital they all called me a liar. News flash living with a country man means fishing lure injuries, being "shot" and of course accidentally drinking from his spit patoon because it is in a Dr. Pepper bottle and it's the same color. God bless all city girls with country boys! It will be never be boring!