One day we rented a boat and went (slowly) for a cruise around Canyon Lake.
At one spot we stopped to check out the geological formations. I promise I was not piloting the boat so you can't blame the sudden interest in science on me.
Whatcha lookin' at, Honey?
Jerry? What are you doing?
What in the world did you do that for? A water "pH" test?
Now where are you going? You don't have to go so far from the boat to adjust the water temperature do you?
Um, babe, I think that's private property. If you're thinking about leaving behind "something" we can just go back to the marina. It's just over there.
How's the view?
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THERE COULD BE ROCKS OR LIMBS UNDER THAT WATER! IF YOU IMPALE YOURSELF I'M GOING TO BE REALLY MAD AT YOU!
*Sigh*What is it about my family that makes them want to jump off of things into unknown waters below?
It must be me that drives them to do this. I have NO inclination of jumping off of anything.
Nice splash! You OK? Any impalement?
Hi, honey! You feel better now? OK, then get in the boat so I can beat you up for acting like a fool!(For some unknown reason, I sure do love this ridiculous Man-child.)
Can we all just stop jumping off of things now? Thanks.
