Somebody in this family is a champion and his name is The Swede. Today my betrothed woke up early and headed out to the lake to compete in yet another ice-fishing competition and apparently the practice has paid off because he won in his demographic and, even more impressive, beat Papa Swede, Master Fisherman. So along with smelly laundry, The Swede brought home 100 kronor, a medal and oodles of glory. Just one more reason I'm a lucky lady.
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