Hubby wants to buy a boat.
Me? Not so much.
If I had it my way, and we were to spend money on entertainment, I would probably rent a cottage and sit on a dock on a lake. I like peace and quiet.
Hubby, on the other hand, wants to roar around on a lake on a power boat.
Now if he wants a boat and we can find the money to buy one, well, so be it.
Just don’t expect me to roar around with him.
The price of gas may keep his roaring around to a minimum and I would go out oh, maybe twice a year but that’s it.
Do ya think this is a middle aged crisis kinda thing?
Anyway we spent part of yesterday wandering around the boat docks here in town talking to some very nice people about their boats.
Boaters are VERY enthusiastic about their uh, sport. Boaters can talk for a VERY long time about bow thrusters and boat configurations and uh, boat stuff.
Give me a book, a dock and a lake. I’ll watch you roar around from my muskoka chair.
Oh, and if you could keep the boat talk down to a minimum that would be good too. I’d like to hear the loons.