On they way we saw a bull moose and twin calves and we had to stop and take pictures for a while. So, then, the boys were headed out. This time Doug decided to take Nolan and Brenden. I waited to make sure they had the motor up and running and they were off.
I drove back home and got Ethan bathed and in bed. Several hours passed. I was mad because the boys were very late for bed. Then I was worried. Then I was mad and worried. Finally, Doug called me on his cell phone around 11:00 and told me I better come get the boys at the boat dock because they were tired and he was too and he was not about to carry them home. Somewhere out on the lake, they stopped to fish and Doug turned off the motor. When he went to restart it, he didn't know his own strength and he yanked a little too hard and pulled the starter right out of the motor. He had been rowing for hours with the oars that would not stay in place and kept coming unattached from the boat. So much for all the great free stuff that came with the house.
Doug just spent a large wad of money on a new motor (although I still contest the last one was fine and there was something wrong with the operator).
3 comments:
Poor Doug! That's a lot of rowing!
I think this story is really great! I would have felt the same way in your shoes. I would love to see a picture of your house. It seems like you guys are settling in pretty well. Do you mind the cold weather? Hoodies in July. burr!
How many times do all of us wives do the "Then I was mad then I was worried then I was mad again..." routine? At least once a month. I am glad to know it is also a common occurrence for others. And btw, the rowing story is really funny-at the expense of poor Doug's exhaustion.
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