My husband wanted to be extra special nice to me and bought me his version of a boat for Christmas. It is actually an 8 foot inflatable rubber raft type boat. Gratefully, he was even generous enough to buy oars to go with it. He says he’ll get an electric motor for it “sometime later”—We’ll see how that pans out. So, instead of leisurely relaxing while floating along the river in my version of the lap of luxury, I will be sweating profusely as I use every ounce of strength I can muster to battle every tiny ripple and hoping against hope that the raft doesn’t spring a leak.
His words, “At least it IS a boat and it will be an adventure.”
My words, “If I have to gradually work myself up to a real boat, he’d better plan to be alive and married to me another 120 years, because I’m not letting him go until I get my boat.”
Honestly though, I’m not disappointed at all. Although it is not what I had hoped for, it will be fun and adventurous. Plus, it’s portable and will be very easy to bring with us wherever we choose to vacation.
