When I want to have some quality ME time and get rid of the man of the house, i tell him to go fishing. Seriously, I can send him to the River with a $30 fishing pole and a $4 carton of bloodworms and be rid of him for 5-6 glorious hours.
Sometimes I like to fish, but I have no interest in standing on the shoreline and getting eat up by mosquitoes. If I am going fishing, I want my ass in a boat. A nice boat, too. Not one of those cheap ass flat bottom jon boats. I want a nice boat with a canvas roof to give me some shade, and a little kitchen so I can have a cold one or cook up some lunch.
Since we don’t have a nice boat, my ass is staying home and taking a bubble bath. He can go fishing and leave me to have some peace and quiet for a day. I don’t even care if he brings home any fish for dinner. If I want fish for dinner I’ll go to the grocery store and buy some fish. You can buy just about any kind of fresh fish at Kroger and they’ll even steam it for you after you pick it out. That’s the kind of fish dinner I’m talking about.