I started purging pictures on my phone and ran across several I decided to share with y'all. Still in the throes of menopausal brain, it totally escaped me that I booked us on a boat tour during our visit to the lake house last month to meet up with the law student and her boyfriend. Here's the scoop. Our boat delivery date came and went on May 15 with no boat in sight. Surprise, surprise... in my best Gomer Pyle voice. You're old if you understand that TV reference, lol. Anyhoo, what our boat salesman promised in terms of timing for our custom pontoon boat is not how it has played out. It appears we were boat chumps, believing it could be built in six weeks for sure. Not a problem. They usually arrive in a month, but we're positive it will be here in six weeks. They always get here early. We believed 'em, hook, line and sinker. Sorry, couldn't resist.


In reality, it has stretched into a ten week wait for delivery of our much-anticipated boat. But the end is in sight, y'all. We've got confirmation the build was finally finished and transported to the local boat dealership where we purchased it. Barring more thunderstorms tomorrow, we'll be getting our pontoon into its berth at our boathouse.
Last time I was at the lake, we had fog several mornings. It was particularly eerie as it settled over the water and limited visibility. Speaking of creepy, I discovered a tarantula on our back porch at the hill country house last week. Thankfully, I located it before little white dog stumbled upon the hairy-legged troublemaker. Unwilling to get too close to the trespasser, I grabbed my big broom and swept him out into the yard so it could scuttle out of sight.
Typically, one of the first things I do when I get to the lake house is plug in the golf cart to charge up the battery. Did I mention I refused to put the basic, boring member numbers on the side of our cart? The ugly sort you can get at Home Depot in this super dated typewriter font. I couldn't resist ordering a set of numbers in a fun shade of blue and got them affixed on my last trip so I could cruise through the 'hood in accordance with golf club member by-laws.
And finally, the husband and I bought a standard fridge for the laundry room to hold drinks and ice cream. There's no way to keep various waters, sodas and adult beverages in the main kitchen fridge because they take up all of the space we need for food when we're entertaining. That's one advantage to having a larger laundry room - no need to put the fridge in the garage so it has to work overtime in the Texas heat to keep our beverages nice and cold.