doodledee

Years and years (and years) ago, when Libby went to girls camp, she learned to sail. For years and years (and years) I've had to hear stories about how great it was and how she really, really (really) wanted to have her own sailboat someday.

When we got married, she formed a home-based nonprofit organization (membership: 1) to lobby the other members of the household to purchase a sailboat. Being the only other member of the household, I received most of the attention. This included such fancy treatment as doing my laundry, and, on rare occasions, baking me cookies.

But I was not easily persuaded. Thinking outside the bun, I developed a series of plans to thwart the sailboat purchase process.

Plan A: At first it was easy. We're not getting a sailboat. Sailboats cost too damn much.

Foiled Again: After a few years of DINKing, Plan A started to wear a little thin. Plus, as luck would have it, it turns out that little sailboats don't actually cost all that much. Curses.

Plan B: It's been so long since you were at girls camp. You don't know how to sail anymore.

Foiled Again: Last year she took sailing lessons. Then she went out sailing with friends at work who have sailboats. Then she rented boats and went out on her own. Curses.

Plan C: Dammit! Out of plans!

So long story short, Libby is now the proud owner of a cute little AMF Sunbird sailboat. She's moored down at Harriet on buoy 21, which is pretty close to the shore, so say hi next time you rollerblade by.

It's neat.