While catching up on all my blog reading this morning...because, you know, I don't have anything else I should be doing *cough-cough*....I read an update from Cassandra about a gift she bought her boyfriend. She closed it out with a little comment about boys and their toys.
Can I ever relate.
Despite the fact that my husband owns a perfectly good fishing boat, this is currently sitting on my back porch. It is the result of several shopping trips over the last 9 months.
It's been sitting on my porch for almost a week now. My husband has A LOT of extra time on his hands. In his excitement of the weather clearing up (and let's be honest, he was bored) he decided to get this toy down from the rafters of the garage and do some experimenting with it before his next big adventure with his uncle.
This little floater in the back is what he referred to as his "dingy". I thought dingys were much bigger. I'll make no additional comments on this.
This is where the experimenting came in to play. He has taken a crate and zip-tied it to the raft. He then zip-tied the fishing pole holder to the crate. And of course if you have a 3-pole holder you HAVE to have 3 poles. I can't even fathom what extra expense he will go to in filling the crate with fishing "essentials". And since I don't really fish I'll have to trust him that everything he buys really is "essential". Yeah. Right.
When I walked out there the other night I caught him gazing lovingly at this creation. This toy. This work of experimental art. He was actually sitting in the thing. I pondered over this for a bit and asked him a single question.
"You do realize this thing needs water, right?"