I thought I'd heard it all....

 

 Or,

 How many ways can your significant other freak?

 We are in the throws of prepping Freedom for life on the hard. That means all sorts of cleaning and sorting. What stays, what goes home. What needs to be cleaned and when does it have to happen so the boat is as clean as it can be when we leave it. We're moving around quickly and actually quite lucky that we have a parking spot for the van right by the boat. That means my path up to the van is short and the unloading process goes easily.

 Up to the freak point.

 A serious freaking occured. One that transcended sharks in the Sea of Abaco or surfing into Norwalk with Freedom.

 Al came into town.

 You know Al. Al E. Gator? It sort of just slid by the boat the way aligators do. Real quiet like. Until Deb went to pour a bucket of water over the side and it was right under the bucket.

 Women make strange noises some times. The peacefulness of the day was interrupted by panic.

 I thought it was cool. Actually we both did but it took a while for that realization to set in.