Last Sunday we had the best time fishing with Tristan, my cousin's husband, and Finn, my "nephew." A friend brought a John Boat out to the pond. We spent the majority of he morning laughing; you can't catch much with a three-year-old on board. He ate half the bait. But it wasn't that big of a deal since Tristan insisted you could catch Blue Gill with hot dogs. The biggest laugh of the day was when Finn whizzed off the side of the boat doing the Titanic "I'm the King of the World" pose. I spent most of the day using the loop on the back of his life jacket to pick him up and move him away from the water, boat trailer and poop. Hundreds of acres and he wants to check out the one pile duck poop.
A few days later Tristan finds a John Boat on Craig's List for $600. He asks his wife if he can buy it but she said no. His next move was to call Josh. This happens more often that I'd like to admit. Our husbands conspire against us. It took less than 24 hours and one 30 minute argument to convince me buying a boat was a great idea. Then my job became convincing Angela that buying the boat together was a great idea. After several phone calls between the four of us and one call with the guy selling the boat, I'm sad to report that the boat sold for $500 to some other Lucky Duck. I told him, "That's too bad. I would have paid $600!" Angela was relieved when I called to tell her that The Great Boat Debate of 2011 was over. But I'm still a little disappointed. Good thing we didn't say anything to Finn.
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