Murphy's a dork

Murphy's a dork.

What!? It needed to be said. Murphy and his damned laws.

The one time we need the boat to go because someone was waiting over on the landing to be picked up, of course is the one time the boat wouldn't actually start. Why? Because Murphy is a dork. Also, because the battery was dead.

Thank heavens Handy Dad left a battery charge in the garden shed so we were able to pull the battery out of the boat, plug it in, and a short time later got enough juice into it to fire up the boat and vroom over to the marina to collect the girls.

Shortly after all this happened I lost my cellphone forever. It is nowhere to be found, and I'm very fearful that it has gone to the briny deep.