We just spent a week at our cottage which is located on a nice big lake in the middle of the woods. Thankfully, hubby swims like a fish because if he didn't, I wouldn't let him anywhere near that water.
This story goes back to our early days before we had our daughter when hubby was still trying to impress me. We were at his cottage, having a wonderful time and he decides we should take the canoe out to the raft that floats about 80 feet from shore in about 30 feet of water. So I get a life jacket on and with hubby in the back of the canoe, we set off from shore.
We get to the raft, climb up and spend the afternoon waving to the passing boats and just enjoying the Summer sunshine. When it's time to leave, hubby leans over and pulls the canoe up to the side of the raft so I can step in for the ride back to shore. I put on a life jacket and carefully step down off the floating raft into the front of the canoe. Hubby throws his life jacket into the canoe and walks across the raft to the back of the canoe and pulls it up along side the raft. In his haste and desire to look "cool", he casually steps down into the canoe but at the same time, his weight starts pushing the canoe away from the raft before he is in.
You get the picture? He has one foot down in the canoe, the other is up on the raft and he is starting to lose his balance as the canoe drifts away from the raft. He stands there doing the splits as long as he can, gets a shitty look on his face and then with arms swinging in the breeze, he goes backwards right into the water, clothes, wallet, watch, hat, shoes and all. Down he goes under the water between the canoe and raft. I look over the side as he surfaces.
Once I see that he's okay and extremely embarrassed, I start laughing hysterically. He pulls himself back up out of the water, onto the raft and then carefully steps down into the canoe sopping wet for the paddle back to shore.
Thanks for the chuckle hubby, I can't even look at that canoe now without cracking up!!