I just sent out my Outlook OOO dates and put my Location as "Inside a shark." I hope you're happy, David. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
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As terrified as I am of sharks, I can never have a window seat on a plane without looking for them on takeoff or landing. And, wow, will I probably freak out if I ever do see one.
We're sort of like the orange creme chocolates in the See's Candy box that get one bite taken out of them and put back.
seriously. those are NASTY.
I just sent out my Outlook OOO dates and put my Location as "Inside a shark." I hope you're happy, David. I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
I just carefully explained that the only part of you that would be inside a shark would be your left leg, probably taken just above the knee. So, no, I'm not happy at all.
I kind of like my left leg, dammit. It keeps me balanced.
We had the pristine Hawaiian beaches experience as the result of being on the ball when the ban came off the beaches to avoid...the twelve foot tiger sharks. I mean, it wasn't like they'd gone far. But nobody else knew the all clear had come, so it was amazing for us, essentially a private experience on a (usually packed) public beach.
I kind of like my left leg, dammit. It keeps me balanced.
Clearly you need some kind of tattoo on your left leg to alert the shark that your leg is in no way a nummy treat. Maybe, I don't know: "Fat Free Snacks Here." Possibly an Olestra warning.
"Don't make any plans..."
Oh, look. Just a small sampling of some of the many many many many many reasons I Do. Not. Swim. In. The. Ocean.
Not even all that interested in wading. Other animals live and poop there. And occasionally try to make snacky-times.
Aha! I found more information on the cruise! It does seem very cruise-y and full of activities (and, goddammit, the big game event is about Leuva history, so I'd better study), but who will really notice if I scuttle away to read a book? Mostly, I want to encounter some fucking dolphins. BUT NOT GAY WERE-DOLPHINS OKAY.