|Wearing # 25, 28, 29|
I am terrified of killer whales.
At the end of 2009 we went to SeaWorld San Diego and we saw the killer whale show and I thought, "A. This show is lame and B. Those things are HUGE with big pointy teeth. There is not enough money in the world to get me in that water."
After the show we were going down the enclosed walkway over the tanks and one of the whales was right below us resting its head on the side of the tank. There was a seagull trying to get a fish out of the whale's mouth and this kid was like, "Look mommy! The whale and the bird are playing!"
But I KNEW. They were not playing. That whale was trying to LURE the seagull with fish. The bird knew it and never got quite close enough, but if it did? Bye bye birdie.
After that I started occasionally having nightmares about creepy killer whales and their sneaky ways.
AND THEN that whale killed its trainer. And my weird killer whale paranoia turned into full on terror.
So today I was reading a travel article about vacationing in Alaska and how you can kayak with sea lions! and otters! and you might even see some killer whales!
And that is why I will never kayak in Alaska. EVER.
|I'm so hot. I was showing Aaron Stinky's new thing. He stretches his legs as far apart as they'll go and says, "Look, Ma! I big!" It's hilarious. And yes, he calls me "Ma." I kind of hope that one passes.|