Feb 12, 201310:39 AM
Running In Fog: HeartLand Boating Humor
Kayak-Yak-Yak
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And so it went.
Mumble mumble mumble.
MUMBLE MUMBLE MUMBLE.
“And then I said, ‘Suzy, I read that text message from George. You told me you were staying home on Saturday night. And then Suzy said that she and George were just friends, but it sounded to me like they….’”
MUMBLE MUMBLE MUMBLE.
Mumble mumble mumble.
And they were gone. Poor guy. Hope it works out for the best with Suzy.
The next bunch was heading around the bend.
“I told you over and over and over that I do not want you driving my car and bringing it home empty young lady.”
“Mom, I only drove to the movies and back, honest.”
“The tank is empty now. It was full when you left. And, Kaitlyn, why does the odometer say you drove 90 miles?”
“Mom, you are so….”
Mumble mumble mumble.
Sounds like Kaitlyn got busted.
It’s like this all of the time. I lost my beloved Snoopy two years ago, so I like to take Nemo out for some special bonding time. We run and splash and have fun together. But we try to stay quiet, we try to absorb the sounds of nature while we play in the water. It’s good for both of us.
Then, the kayak-yak-yaks show up, whining and complaining and yelling and arguing and on and on and on. I want to yell for them to shut up, but I would probably only sound like a mumble to them.
But I did learn a lesson: Next spring, I’m only going to buying one kayak.
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