Happy Dance Confessions

Yesterday I yelled with joy and did a happy dance in the middle of the living room. Why was I happy dancing? Literally jumping up and down and making loud shrieking noises that had both mom and the dog running to see who was dying? Dad had found the long-lost copy of Don Casey’s “This Old Boat”. I’d been looking for it for the last month. Now I can continue reading about how to use “several fat and honest friends” to calculate the appropriate gauge of rigging.

This madness continued today, when I got the email confirming that my $89 depthsounder is in the mail. I nearly spilled my coffee as I fist-pumped my enthusiasm to no one in particular.

Confession: I’ve completely lost the ability to moderate my boat excitement 🙂


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