I can’t get ahead in this boat game, Internet. I wrote earlier about how the boat was fixed. Well, guess what? Broken the next day. The 10 dollar part that was replaced put extra strain on some other 10 dollar part, which instantly blew, stranding the Redhead and I in the middle of the Lake. Now that part has been replaced. So what could possibly happen now? How about a return to basics. How about the seat breaks again, bringing with it the nostalgia for the 4th of July’s issues? Ah, memories. It’s Labor Day, so the Hardware Store is closed. All I need is a couple of pieces of wood. I have one more day here, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to let this constant issue of breakage ruin my little vay-cay.

(Pictured: A horse’s ass.)

I therefore respectfully refuse to read the writing on the wall and will charge forward with gusto and fervor. The boat may sadly be in it’s autumn years, but I’m not going to let summatime end just yet.