The Boat.

A little over a week ago Ryan called in the middle of the day pretty excited about something. His boat. He's dreamed of owning a boat for at least as long as I've known him. We all have our dreams - it's nice when they become reality. Ryan's boat is a little special. Special like the short bus kind of special? At first I thought so, with the rusty trailer and mildew and wet dog/pee smells - but then special as in...that super warm smiley feeling you get from someone off the short bus you actually get to know. When he drove it in, I took pictures of all the things I liked about it. I wasn't excited about the boat, or the huge motor that came with it. But I really did like the vintage boat lights, and the the vintage hanging cup holders (remind me to get a set of vintage tupperware tumblers to go with them), and I really liked the turquoise color. But, after vacuuming and washing and scrubbing and polishing and waxing the smelly, dirty, old boat - she has become more of a vintage beauty. After replacing the battery, she started up easily, and we took our first ride on the lake. I'm glad Ryan got his boat, but I'm even happier that she's my kind of pretty.