Not Getting Out Of Bed Any More

[Deep C]

I know some of you love those "one of those days stories..." a chance to get a giggle out of my less than stellar days... Today was no exception.
Started around dawn. Mini decided to start her car and let it warm up a couple minutes before going to school. She started it and came back in the house. Tough way to discover that it has automatic locks when the engine is running... "Daaaaaadddd! Wheres my spare key????" How the hell should I know? I bought the car for her. The spare is her responsibility... I got up, freezing my cahones off... Dug through the kitchen drawers looking in the likely places. Don't ask me why but she decided to look in the fridge. In a rush, she kinda pulled the veggie drawer out too far and sent it crashing to the floor. I found the keys in a drawer. She split without a thank you or nothing.

Missus Deep gets her goodies in order to cook dinner also very early in the morn so its ready to put together when she gets home from work and working out. Well she couldn't find her marinade. Blowing a gasket as she shovled the contents of our pantry all over the kitchen. "Honey, tell me what kind and I can pick some up..." She just scowled "I just bought it! Help me look!" Well, I guess she ahd got ahead of herself. It was already out with the other ingredients to tonights feast.

Alone finally, I was left to put the kitchen back together and get my own ass to work. About halfd way to the boat I was at an intersection... In front of me in the fast lane was an old man in a shiny Chrysler. Along side him was a big dually pick up with a landscaping trailer in tow. I watched in disbelief as the truck with trailer switched lanes with no signal. The old timer did what he could to avoid it but the trailer caught him and litterally tore the whole side off his car...
The old man honked and tried to get the trucks attention but they wouldn't stop. A piece of the tore up body of the Chrysler was doing a hard rub on the tire forcing the old man to pull over. I took up the hunt for the scumbag hit n runner. I got license plate info and phoned it in to the cops. I guess he saw me in the rear view mirror and a plume of black smoke belched as he took off. I followed as best I could without endangering anybody but lost him as he did a wild hard right hand turn that I couldn't have made safely. In the process he lost a weed eater off the back. Mine now...
At the yard the phone rang, it was the cops they wanted me to identify the bad guy they thought they had pulled over. Not even close!Wrong brand truck, different trailer, even wrong color. I told them the correct info again and that I had the weed eater in my car. They took that into "evidence" ... So as far as I know the scumbag is still free and my windfall profit of a weedeater is gone.

Back in the yard I piddled around on the three boats that make up my little world. Figured I'd continue my shineathon. I could see cat footprints on the transom of the Deep C. I guess the little ******* was responsible for it as I saw my new $50 bottle of 3M perfect laying upside down in a corner, cap cracked and contents all over my deck...
I went into my cabin to get some paper towels to clean up the now dried up caked up mess. I guess I had forgot about ol Mr. Feral Kitty being somewhere around. The furry little ******* launched into tabby tai kwon do and after working over my leg fled to the nearest hedge row...

Off to West Marine for more polish... Figured I'd kill a few birds with one stone. I recently switched insurance carriers on my cars after the old company tried to prong me on Minis new ride. Across the street was a tire place that does inspections for that company. I dropped it off and walked over to West. Now for those real boaters you know that West isn't all that good about having shit we really need. No 3m Perfect... No polymer Rejex wax... No interlux brush ease paint thinner to go with bottom paint. Batted zero.
Next door they hadn't inspected the rolling tackle box yet so I figured I'd take a brisk three block walk to my storage room of death. Two blocks into the hike I was passing the only puddle for miles around. A UPS truck rounded the corner and like a bad joke I was dooshed.
Cold and wet I made the rest of the walk. Now the room of death has no "rest" facility but I had to go. I mean really right now had to go. An empty gatorade bottle that I keep some for swrodfishing floats made a fine recepticle. I set it on the counter where I could easily carry it to the dumpster on my way out. I did a quick inventory of cleaners, waxes, parts, and fishing stuff we have piled in there from floor to ceiling. I made a mistake. I moved an antenna I had laid across the tables in there. In doing so I caught... you got it... the Gatorade bottle and sent it crashing to the floor...
Cleaned up the mess and walked back to my car. Still not done. The guy handed me a clipboard and let me do my own inspection, checking off the boxes as I went along. He signed it and off I went.

On the way back to the marina I spotted the landscaping rig that had creamed the Chrysler. back on the phone. Cops showed up. Wrong jurrisdiction... The hit and run had taken place in the next town over... Had to wait an hour for the other cops to show. No cuffs... A ticket or three and the scumbag walked.

Got back to the boat... Had a couple spots that I could buff some wax on that already had been done with perfect... Guess I pulled too hard on the cord cause the buffer came unplugged from the extension cord. Now damnit, I'm fifty years old. I understand the fundamentals of a plug and how to do it. I guess I had a brain fart though cause it was the metal prongs I was holding when It put it back together... Ahhhh that was refreshing! A little 110 love will brighten your day every time...

Ok Deep put the power tools away this isn't your day. Rudders that were supposed to be here Friday still aren't done. So I found other stuff to do. I opened a bottle of orange bilge cleaner and poured away... Note to self: There must be a honey bee hive down wind (south east) of this location. Man I chummed up a mess of em... I mean bees from hell decended like biblical plagues of locusts... Out came the wash down hose and I went to work...
Finally they were gone. Gone but not quite forgotten. I went to move a cooler/ seat so water could drain. One of the little black and orange ******* had decided to hide right where my handle was... I felt the lightning bolt shoot through my finger and all I could do was grumble as I pulled the still pulsing stinger from it. That did it... Time to button up and call it a day. Nothing done. i coiled the cords loaded the car and was reeady to leave. Ooops I left a hatch open to the bilge... went to close it... Zap! Another ******* bee got me... Same finger... Hurts to type... I'm done... Going to lock myself inside for the rest of the night...
Hope your day was better than mine...

[Deep C]

Now dog gone it ! I'm not even safe by my self at home... Just went to make a PBJ samwich... No biggie. I do it all the time. I guess this morning's food shuffle didn't get put back in the right places... Did you know that Masterpiece barbeque sauce comes in a bottle that is exactly the same shape and size as Welches grape Jelly?

I do now...

[jakespeed]

you're right . tomorrow is another day get up and go kill somethin

[clt_capt]

Even though today is the thirteenth, luckily for you it is not a Friday... If it were Friday 13th, you'd probably gotten caught on the rigger halyards and be hanging upside down off the back of the boat...

Better luck on the 14th.

[canyongear]

Good news is the cold front has finally lost it's battle, perhaps...just perhaps..south florida can get back to Tshirts and flip flops...

Deepy...we need to go to lunch on or off the boat yad. I need a DeepC chuckle to further thwart the cold...XXXX.

PS...womens are affected by weather fronts..Im' of the humble opine.

[Deep C]

Even though today is the thirteenth, luckily for you it is not a Friday... If it were Friday 13th, you'd probably gotten caught on the rigger halyards and be hanging upside down off the back of the boat...

Better luck on the 14th.

I think thats what broke my fall out of the tower while in the yard last week... Aha! Thats it! Wednesdays suck... Supposed to be hump day and I didn't hump...

Tim
I was hoping the back of this cold stuff was broke but I was frosted again this morn and the brush I had sitting in my $300 a gallon bottom paint is still standing straight up. Closer in consistency to thick peanut butter than paint right now. Over in the room of death I poured a couple little heads that day last week that kinda warmed up. They're still liquid in the middle...