Ice fishing has always fascinated this blond, so she does all this research to learn all about it. She goes to the sporting goods store and buys all the necessary equipment. She gets all of her equipment on and gets her cappuccino into the thermos and heads out.

She is all excited and sets up her little stool, sets down her gear, gets out the saw and starts to cut a hole in the ice. Suddenly she hears a voice from above saying, "There are no fish under the ice."

This puzzles her, and she moves over about 20 feet and starts to cut another hole. And again the voice, "There are no fish under the ice."

She moves one more time, this time even further from the other holes, and tries again, but…"There are no fish under the ice."

Ever so frustrated she looks up and says, "Lord, is that you talking to me?"