Sweet Cuddly Fluffy Puffs...

... is not the answer I got this morning, when standing in our driveway next to our vehicles.  My husband and I had just stepped out into the damp foggy morning air, ready to depart in tandem to work as usual.  Not unlike how all the husbands leave for work at the same time every morning in their similar-yet-different pastel-hued cars from their cotton candy homes in Edward Scissorhands.  We leave at the same time every day, which must look either inamorably cheesy or completely adorable to all of our senior citizen neighbors.  We use these brief moments to tag-team corral and distract the dog so we can get out the door, and to exchange a second or two's worth of vital daily information with one another.  Usually things like "I'm in my office all day, call me." or "I've got meetings this afternoon, so you won't be able to reach me after 2pm."  Usually on a day like today, we have been saying all those things all week long, and reserve comments like "Whew!  We made it to another Friday!" for today, like the most cliched office workers say on their way down the halls to their cubicles and desks.  Like I said, most people are made of 98% water or whatever, but I think we are at least 37% cheese most of the time.  We say these things almost every week, and MEAN them.  *sigh*  Anyway, back on topic.  So, we're in the driveway, and I decide to change it up.  You know, because I'm wacky like that.  Think BIG.  I throw hubby a random "So what should I blog about today?"   And he responds, without missing a beat... "Sharks!" 

Here's about all I have to say about these guys today...

I keep seeing on the news how they are now swarming all over Cape Cod, which apparently is odd and uncommon.  Of course, thanks to Jaws, I am apparently under the impression that these things are always swimmin' around that area.  I also believe that there are blimey sea captains like Quint lumbering around on their shoddy dingies, singy salty tunes and making devilish, defiant, clenched grins in these sharks' faces when they keep sinking their barrells.  So you can see what kind of reality I choose to live in.  But here's the truth of the matter.  I am utterly fascinated and drawn to watch these animals.  I love being frightened thinking about how there are still forces of nature out there that make us small and vulnerable and threaten our lives, especially from the safety of the mainland of course.  (Let's not talk about Sturgeon while I am swimming in our lakes tho, okay?)  I relate to Tracy Jordon saying 'Always live your life like it's Shark Week' and applaud his wisdom.  And rest assured, were I rich beyond belief, and able to travel East and buy a yacht and bob amonst the chilly waters of Cape Cod in the forseeable future, I would be the first girl to go and buy about 50 t-bones and venture to sea to do some up-close and personal shark watching.  Of course, not without my own personal Quint-and-rifle security combo. 

~Sarah