The kids wanted to ski but we decided to ride around for a bit first.
We were all enjoying the beautiful day and the feel of the wind in our faces...
It was heavenly...
I was busily snapping pictures of the puffy white clouds when...
sniff...
sniff...
I smelled gasoline.
I quickly informed the Captain (Mr. Wonderful) and the First Mate (The Boy) but within seconds an ominous beeping sound could be heard.
The engine was quickly turned off and Mr. Wonderful peered into the engine.
Then he cursed and grumbled. It appeared that we had blown an oil line.We were dead in the water.
Mr. Wonderful cursed again and then he pulled this card out and called Sea Tow.
We were so close to our house - probably less than 1/4 mile away - that the kids thought they would trying rowing us home while we waited.
They weren't impressed with their results and plus they were getting hot and sweaty (it was 93 degrees)...
So they decided to jump in the water and swim/tow us home...
They were making progress too...
But then someone said that The Princess wasn't swimming as hard as The Boy and that he was doing all the work. The Princess didn't like that. She climbed back into the boat.
Then she pouted.
The Boy was getting tired, The Princess was pouting and Mr. Wonderful REALLY wanted a beer. Our spirits were getting low when....we spotted a yellow boat headed in our direction...
We all cheered and waved wildly...
Our hero quickly tied a line to our ailing boat...
and we began the very short journey home.
Within moments our un-seaworthy vessel was on the boatlift.
Without our membership, that tow would have cost $312!
There is no doubt that we'll be renewing it once again.
Good times. Good times.
UPDATE:
Mr. Wonderful is now relaxing by the pool with his beer.
The Boy is relaxing with a fishing pole.
The Princess, hopefully, is over her pout.
And me? I am about to take a bubble bath after I finish giggling over the photo of The Princess pouting. It cracks me up.