Fiasco

Today was a fiasco, almost from start to finish. I am so glad to be putting this day to bed.

Mitch and I decided to take the boat out, the boys didn't want to go - so they opted to stay home. We headed to the Marinia, to find that all the boat/trailer parking was full. Another guy was getting ready to launch - so we asked him about parking - he was LESS than friendly and just blew us off. Then when we saw where he parked - we knew why. He just made his own spot in the overflow area against the curb, and didn't want us taking his spot. But the way our day was going - we'd have gotten a ticket had we tried :)

So Mitch is having a hissy fit - in the way only Mitch can - cussing, veins popping - really just a tantrum - it is stunning to watch ;) So I calmly tell him, no worries - launch the boat - I'll take the truck/trailer home and Braeden can bring me back - we are less than 10 minutes from the marine - no biggie. So he finally agrees to that, hops in the boat to back it down the boat launch ramp - and is too far over and is going to hit a pole. I am franticly waving at him, but he isn't seeing me - so I holler at him STOP! Well that sends him along on another hissy fit, pissed off because it was embarassing to have me yell at him. To which I calmly replied - well I think it would be more embarassing to back the boat into the pole.

So, I run the boat/trailer home and Braeden is bringing me back and I'm dialing Mitch's cell, and it keeps going to voice mail and I am getting mad. He knew I was gonna call him to let him know to pick me up - why isn't he answering?? I tell Braeden, well he isn't answering maybe he sunk the boat. When I get to the marina Mitch calls my cell and tells me that the boat is taking on water (oops guess I should have kept my mouth shut!), not much but some, and he is using the towels to mop it up. So we decide to go ahead and go out and just take it easy, and Mitch plays with the engine, tighteing clamps etc - trying to fix the slow leak. Nothing works. So we decide it is time to head home, call Braeden to come pick me up. We get to the visitor moorage area at the marina, and as we are pulling in - there are 2 dogs tied to a boat. One is inside the boat, the other is on the swim deck and falls into the water and is trying to keeps its head above water - but can't get onto the boat because of the rope. So I holler for help and another guy comes and rescues the dog. So I walk to the Portmasters office to report it. As I get there, here comes Braeden - ticked cause I wasn't waiting for him and I say well it isn't my fault a dog almost drowned and I had to help it. To which he replies - I hit someones car parking. WHAT???
So I try calling Mitch's cell - no answer. We go look at the vehicle - not much damage - just paint transfer. But we dutifully leave a note with our insurance information and phone number. I'm trying to call Mitch - still no answer. I'm ticked he isn't answering, then it finally dawns on me - I've been calling his office instead of his cell. DOH!!

I finally get back to the Marina with the boat/trailer and there is someone at the boat ramp and Mitch is heading in with the boat. The guy at the ramp needs a jump - so I help him pull his boat to the ramp, his wife goes and gets jumper cables and we jump start his boat and he goes on his way and we finally get out of the water. Good thing it was a SLOW leak.

We get home and the lady has called about her Tahoe that Braeden grazed, saying she was calling about the vehicle that our son hit. So we call her back and she says she thinks the bumper might need replaced and they have a shop they take it to and will call us next week. Bumper replaced??? It was paint transfer on the quarter panel - why would the bumper need replaced?? So we are bummed that in trying to teach Braeden to do the right thing, the only lesson he will probably learn is that people will try to screw insurance companies.

I'm going to bed and hoping that tomorrow will be a better day and hoping I can get that song out of my head "You had a bad day..."