Doesn't that beat all? (*scathe alert*)

Today I caught the biggest fish of my life. Which was a happy occasion for several hours. Until the 'Indian Giver' that originally sold us the boat upon which we were during the 18 pound or so catfish catch, decided that he wants the boat back.

He'll pay us for said boat, but I am royally offended. My husband refurbished and made the boat usable and beautiful, compared to to what it was. I think he is slightly offended that IG (that's Indian Giver) sees said boat, notes how nice it looks and wants it because Husband says, 'of all the work I put into it.'

I'm offended because IG says to Husband, 'Well what kind of fisherman are you?' since I was the one to land the enormous fish and Husband did not catch anything.

Yes, I have pics of the damn thing in the water, you can't tell that it looked like it was nearly going to break my rod and you can't hear the squeals of joy I emmitted for catching one killer fish. I feel like this jerk, IG, either thinks if a woman/girl/MI person can catch this fish then I just can't wait to get out there too.

Seriously. That is the way he seems to talk to Husband, and the IG is not sorry at all to ask back 'his' boat. The utter nerve. I say give it back to him, I don't want anything more to do with these nasty people.

Husband will serve them till the day he dies, because he has one friend in the whole world, the offspring of IG. He will do anything for these ingrates. Not me. It's over. I don't want to give IG the boat and then 'borrow' it as Husband suggests.

I want that man to get on said boat and throw every bait into the water for the rest of his life and never see anything as awesome as I did today.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.