A Conversation That Might Have Occurred Between Me And My Beautiful Bride Regarding the Health Of Our Diesel Injectors

Me: Oh, what a beautiful day.
My Beautiful Bride: Yep. It’s nice.
Me: Just beautiful.
My Beautiful Bride: Look! There’s smoke coming from the exhaust!
Me: What? No way.
My Beautiful Bride: No, really. Look.
Me: It’s probably just steam.
My Beautiful Bride: It looks like smoke.
Me:
My Beautiful Bride:
Me: What color is it?
My Beautiful Bride: White.
Me: Well, I guess that’s better than black.
My Beautiful Bride:
Me: Ok, I’ll take a look.
My Beautiful Bride:
Me:
My Beautiful Bride:
Me: Sh!t.
My Beautiful Bride: Told ya.
Me:
My Beautiful Bride:
Me: Have you got Pete M on your speed dial?
My Beautiful Bride: Told ya.
Me: Sh!t! Sh!t! Sh!t!

T-3 Days And Counting

Tentative departure date is now Friday, the 7th. We’re leaving behind the cold front that is expected to blow through here Thursday night. We’ll use the north breeze to get out of town on a broad reach. If we can get across the Gulf in time, we’ll avoid the next cold front.

The jack lines are rigged. The spinnaker is on deck. Just waiting to launch this spaceship.