hey hey hey kitcheneers...its SCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTEbaby with a story to tell---the only reason Jo even want sme to tell it is to show my sensitive,not so tough side(we will discuss that later honey)
anyway....after work yesterday i decided to head on over to the beach for a nice lil stroll,do some shelling....the first thing i do is always walk to the waters edge,look up and down shore line then out over ocean--never know what u might see...anyway i head on down the beach looking for shells..15 mins or so later i decide to turn around and walk back...i see sometihng shiny on the edge of the surf...as i draw closer i realize its a shark..then i reach it realize its a hammerhead shark..as long as me(im bout 5'7) anyway im sitting there studying ot,wanting to touch it,trying to see if its alive--bc it wasnt there 15 mins ago..nor did i see it in the water...and them lil bastards canlook dead,but still be alive....so im like ok im gonna go to the car to get my phone--the one time i dont have my phone-to take a picture...come back and i step a lil closer,circling,thinking,planning..i REALLY want those teeth...however as i envision myself leaning over attempting extraction i see the sharks final breath being taken as it lunges at me,grabs my hand,me peeing on myself,falling to the ground with noone around to help....so needless to say the shark still has all its teeth and im left with both hands and a wanting waiting to be filled!
so excuse any typos..it took me 2 hrs to post this as i had a 2 month old angel come visit me
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