Boat Worries

Today, my dad gave me a big scare. When we tryed to crank up the boat today... IT WOULDN'T START!! So I start freaking out, then my dad says that if we can't get the boat running then we can't go tubing and skiing Monday even though we promised all those people that I invited to my birthday party that we would.

So of course I start freaking out more.

Ever year that we take the boat out something is wrong with it. It always is, I have come to expect that, but that doesn't mean I can't freak out because it is three days before my birthday.

Anyway, so the boat is broken. My dad knows this really great boat guy named Jake Stone or somthing like that...

You can come to him with any boat problem, and he will find out what's wrong with it and fix it, and you probally won't have a problem with anything he fixed. So we can just run over there and get the boat fixed right up, right?? Wrong, this guy is a very well known boat fixer-upper person, and it is a friday, people want there boats for the weekend to go fishing or whatever, and it is getting warmer, and warmer weather = more people going out on the water.

So my dad asked one of the guys that work there, and he said, "On a friday!?!?!?" I said please, and I wasn't wearing anything depressing, and the dude kind of knew my father. So he said, "*sigh* Alright."

And that is how we got a very good boat person to look at our boat.

We waited around at the shop for about 30 minutes trying to figure out what was wrong with the boat (and apparently my dad has some pretty wierd stuff going wrong with the boat), and finally they figured out what the problem was, and I was all hyper, they finally found the problem I am going to have my birthday party as planned, it was arounf 2:00 pm. The guy said, "Well if you come back at 5:00 pm we SHOULD have it fixed." Cue hopes of a perfect birthday party crashing, burning, and becoming all deformed.

I was thinking three hours!!! That is forever!!! And yall' close at 6:00 pm!!!

So we waited, and waited around at the house for what seemed like eternity.

It is finally 5:00 pm, the moment of truth has arrived.... We pull into the parking lot, my dad looks around and says, "the still have us in the shop." Cue big loud earth shattering shrieks right here that I didn't say out loud.

So we waited for another 30 minutes, and finally a hear the window shaking roar of a boat engine, I could have jumped up and made-out with the guy who fixed it (but that would be beyond gross because the guy was like 40, and I don't roll like that...).

And me and my dad are getting out of the parking lot, and the car suddenly leans to the right, the guy told my dad to get out of the car, and the guy is pointing a telling my dad that there is somthing wrond with the right trailer tire.

Oh no, here we go again!!!!!