If you know me well enough, you know that I am OBSESSED with sharks. Not like the person who sets up their DVR to record Shark Week one time a year so they can update their facebook status and fit in on the news feed. I'm the person who received a shark bottle opener and 20th anniversary shark week DVDs as a wedding present. I'm the girl who was SOOOO excited to tour the Shark Lab in the Bahamas on my honeymoon - that's probably not so weird though. I'm the person who tries to find random shark videos on YouTube year round. When I was younger (probably until like middle school) I had a huge fear of swimming in the deep ends of pools. I was convinced sharks would come and get me. I'm also the girl who would NEVER get in a cage to go swimming with sharks. Why? I am not scared of being attacked by the huge fishes with flesh tearing teeth, but I fear the crane/cable holding the cage would snap and I would drift down and be stuck in the bottom of the ocean, in a cage, surrounded by sharks, and no one would be able to save me. Seriously.
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