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Snickup is Mr. Boy’s polite word for screwup. Unfortunately he now knows the impolite word, and we seldom hear snickup, anymore, which I rather like. But not the fact of it. I bought the new, self-inflating Stearns life vest at West Marine this morning, then settled down with the manual to see how to install the CO2 bottle and how it all works. But in my curiosity, I managed to break the little green plastic safety pin. I think I can buy a new one, but I’ll have to go back out to West Marine and see if they agree.