Serendipity

That's the name of "the boat". J. acquired the boat almost seven years ago. He bought it right after A. was born. He wanted to spend a lot of time at the boat. The two friends that he bought it with did not have children at the time, so they also wanted to spend a lot of time at the boat. This is where my hatred of the boat began.

As a baby, A. was incredibly difficult and I was unmedicated. J. would go to the boat. Luckily I had a very good friend with very soft boobs, who would come over and hold A. for hours. Something about those boobs put A. to sleep every time. She kept me from running away in those early months. But that is when I started to devise a plan to firebomb the boat.

We moved to Boston shortly after that and the boat was no longer an issue. The only time it came up was when we were paying for something we weren't using. I was getting over my hatred.

We moved back. This time, however, everyone had kids and the boys didn't go out as much. I may have mellowed in my old age, but when her name was mentioned I no longer wished a hurricane to come to the Midwest. As time as moved on, the boat has become a place where J. can go to get away from us. (I appreciate that as well). But he has also begun to take the kids and that is awesome. With the exception of A. falling off the boat last year, there have been no incidents.

Well, this Saturday I took my voyage. I was prepared to grin and bear it for the sake of the family. Besides the swarms of beetles landing on me and the general filth of lake life, I was pleasantly surprised. I did have to wonder, what do you do out here all day? Then I saw the midget hookers...