On Tuesday our kids went to school. This is a big year for us because it is the first time all four kids are in school all day. So on the first morning after they had all been taken to school, Checkered and I were at a loss how to spend the long day. We could have cleaned the house or finished up the laundry or taken a walk, but it was 90 degrees and gloriously sunny.
So what we did was take our little, old boat out to the lake and cruised around. Without the kids in the boat, we hit a record breaking 23 miles per hour! For two hours we rode and rode and looked at shacks and mansions, and seaweed, and anything else we could see. I thought of 2.3 million things that I needed to say during the course of that ride, but there was one little problem.
In order for me to talk, Checkered had to stop the boat, put the engine in neutral and I had to yell. By the time we went through that a bit, what I had to say didn't seem so pressing or brilliant and I remained quiet.
And so you wonder what vital lesson I learned through that experience?
What I learned is that I despise having my talking curtailed.
Profound, ain't it?
Oh yeah, that motor has got to go as our brilliance must be shared with the world.
I love it. I am the same way...I had to laugh when reading your post because it sounded so much like me!!!
well you finally got your voice... you had to be heard!
Why bother talking? We say the same things at the same time anyway. JINX...1...2...3...you owe me a coke!
I think you need a megaphone. What a picture that puts in my head!!
LOL.... we would get along fantastically! When I get started I have to remind me to shut up on occasion but other times I am perfectly content to just listen... or ride for hours in a boat camera in hand!
Grins and hugs Laura
At least you had a fun day together that didn't involve spending lots of money--right? No, wait, you did have to put gas in the motor.
Oh, you've reached a milestone of life.....all kids in school all day! Congrats!
The day of boating sounds like great fun.....truly.....more and more the older I get, I don't mind not talking.....nobody listens, anyway.
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