Oh….

that kind of hurts.

It must be the late hours we kept last night or the unfortunate early awakening of the five year old.
Or the dog.

Or, all that lime.

We ran into a good friend’s dad and his wife who insisted on showing off their baby yacht. BABY YACHT! They are in the process of selling their rather large houseboat because they bought a BABY YACHT! (Must be said loud with exclamation points-can you smell nouveau riche?)

We were in the dock yard gaping up at this land -locked behemoth, admiring it in the chilly night. As they listed the features of this massive whaler I calculated (with my finely-honed, advanced math knowledge and a bunch of other skill) that this cabin cruiser is probably the exact same size as my house, but this one floats, moves and screams BABY YACHT!

My cute cottage of a house whispers, “low maintenance”.

I dreamed all night of living in a floating home (there are several down in this marina) and what glory there must be in living with, in and around water.

The other early awakening? Was a skip to the loo, (my darlings), but I’m sure that isn’t the cause of the throbbing temples.

Maybe it was the new girlie shoes? Or the mini skirt…? Yah, must have been the pressure on trying to do the whole girl thing….