The first fishing tournament of 2018 was held today, and I decided to participate (since I usually don’t). In fact, this is only my second time participating in Wild World’s fishing tourney. I went over to town hall and had a quick chat with Tortimer.

He said the largest fish wins, and he also said I’ll get a prize if I beat my personal best.
After catching a squid, I took it to Tortimer. He measured it (15 inches), and then he laughed at me. He informed me that Big Top already caught a tuna that measured 89.1 inches. Well, shoot.

I wasn’t liking my chances. Still, I fished a bit more. I caught a sea bass, and took it to Tortimer to see how it compared. It was only 41.3 inches. So I basically gave up at that point. Even though I did fish a little while longer, I knew I wasn’t going to win. Why can’t the Wild World tournaments be as easy as my New Leaf tournament was yesterday? 😛
I returned home and checked my mail. The snowman I built yesterday sent me a letter, along with a snowman sofa. I added it to my main room.

A new “Talking to Myself” message was posted on the bulletin board. Sounds like somebody likes to purposely make her sister mad. 😛

Since I just played yesterday, it was too soon for any apples to be on trees. So I didn’t make very much money today. Even though I was fishing for a while, none of the fish I caught were worth much. So I only had 20,000 bells to pay towards my mortgage this time.
I plan on playing again on Tuesday, but I may or may not post another blog entry at that time. If nothing much happens, I may wait until Saturday to post the next entry.






Crazy Redd was in town, and he had an awesome painting for sale for 3,920 bells. I bought it, but Blathers informed me that the painting was a counterfeit.
On the bulletin board, I found a weather bulletin posted. It said there will be plenty of snow for making snowmen. But the interesting part is that it said low temps will prevent the lake from freezing. That’s not quite how things work. 😛
And the Message of the Week said not to cry over spilt milk…unless you can cry milk.