June 11

Oh my goodness, this has been a couple of very busy days. We dropped off my new friends Diana and Mark, then picked up the new clients from Florida. There are 4, a grandpa, his son and daughter and his granddaughter who is 7. This is truly becoming a very different hunt than any of the previous ones. For example, they leave their crap everywhere in the main living area, makes it very difficult to have places for people to sit or relax and with this many people on board that's tough. THEN, listen to this scenario. I told everyone last night that breakfast would be served close to nine but if they got up earlier to help themselves to yogurt in the fridge or cold cereal in the cupboard. So, about 8:15 this morning I walk towards the galley and smell something cooking. WHAT THE HECK? Did Brad get a wild hair and decide to cook breakfast? On the stove is my big flat griddle with sausages rolling around on top, sizzling. I turned and looked at Brad and one of the hunters (the son about 30 - lets call him Bothersome), so Bothersome says to me, "we were hungry" then walked away. Brad says, I already told him not to do that again. Apparently, Bothersome was cooking at the stove before Brad was even up and then asked Brad how to turn the stove up higher to get the sausages to cook faster. Brad was shocked he was even in the galley then when he looked at the temp, Bothersome had it turned up so high, it would have blown the hot water alarm and that would not be good. So, he informed Bothersome that the diesel stove was something that only him and the cook should be working with as it is very quirky and tempermental - I think he meant the stove but in this case it would work for me too. For crying out loud......what did Bothersome think he was doing? But he has been fairly bossy since he arrived and a know it all. My frustration level has sky rocketed to unbelievable heights and I need to let it go, let it go, let it go.....still working on it friends. Took a dinner break and guess what I heard? Oh.,...this isn't going well at all. Bothersome is planning on making crab cakes tomorrow...in my galley, didn't ask, just told. Oh man, oh man, someone is going to get slapped. BUT WAIT, they left, everyone has left in the skiffs, even the little girl. I have the boat to myself....I might do a dance, sing a song, clap my hands....geez, I'm not sure what to do. Already have soup cooking and I think I'll make a ding dong cake. I always feel better after I've baked something. Okay, life is good, ding dong cake is on the table ready to be devoured. Should have thrown some crab meat right in the middle of it......hahahahahahahahahahahaha....okay, maybe I'm losing it just a little, tiny, insie winsie little tiny bit! Going to post this now so I don't keep rambling. Wish me luck or maybe you should wish Bothersome luck. (I had other names picked out but they were inappropriate). Good evening to all......dj