I have discussed prior to last week anniversary presents and such, but due to situations beyond Carol's and my control, we decided to postpone our anniversary celebration until this weekend and add an extra day off work Friday to supplement such a momentous event. As we had discussed in a previous thread, I thought a new pair of Tempress seats will be the perfect gift for my bride of 29 years. After a slight conflict over the color (I had suggested breakup and she didn't think this was a good color for an anniversary present), and she, finding that they did not make boat seats in a heart print, the breakup seats were ordered and arrived in great shape this past week. The only problem was since she beat me to the draw on clicking the order button first, she assumed this her gift to me, not mine to her. So it was back to the drawing board. Being a very smart person, I thought I would get her a very personal gift to show her how much I cared and suddenly it dawned on me. The perfect gift to show my love and devotion. The gift to let her know how much I cared and wanted to her to be around...

Even though I had given it much thought and spent $35 bucks on the perfect gift, a co2 refill for her Mustang inflatable life vest, it did not seem to impress her that much. After showing her the present thursday evening and realizing it did not seem to be that impressive muself , I thought I would install it in her life jacket. I layed the vest out on top of the deep freezer and carefully unpacked and pulled out the old cartridge. I installed the bobbin and picked up the co2 cartridge to load it into the vest. As I carefully inserted it into the vest, my finger slipped off the trigger and WHOOOOSH, a fully inflated vest lay in front of me. Carol said, "at least we know it works" and seemed more impressed with her gift. As I sadly look at the now useless $35 dollar co2 cartridge, a tear rolled down my cheek and made a little frying sound as it dripped on the floor. I must now go on to plan B. Yes, I do believe in being prepared and I did have a plan B, of which I was very thankful to have at my disposal I thought as another tear dripped from my chin and made a little frying sound as it fell to the floor. I did feel really good about my planning inspite of the tears...........

Tears, TEARS DON"T MAKE A FRYING SOUND. What is going on what is making all these frying sounds?