Like many Gen Xers, Jack and I both grew up watching Magnum, P.I. A year or so ago, when we were still living in the original shanty, we binge-watched the entire series. It held up well, even Tom Selleck’s teeny tiny shorts. (I mean, they were so tight, they’d naturally hold up well.)

I can’t imagine anyone watching the show and not wishing they could live the carefree existence of the happy-go-lucky detective.

Yesterday, it occurred to me that once we’re living aboard the Sea Shanti, a bathing suit will probably become my default outfit of the day. Then, it occurred to me that Thomas Magnum also wore a bathing suit every day. Then, I got crazy excited by the notion that we are – for all means and purposes – adopting the lifestyle of Magnum Freaking P.I. Then, I went and high-fived Jack for the umpteenth time since we made the decision to buy the boat.

Of course, the total badass Sonny Crockett lived aboard a boat in a Miami marina, and that was also a pretty lush way of life to be exposed to at an impressionable age. I’m pretty sure I harbored a little envy of that guy, too.

Maybe the lesson is that I was programmed by 80s television to consider living a playboy lifestyle in tropical ports a completely reasonable lifestyle goal. Don’t blame me for my unconventional life choices. Blame network television.