Last night Huz and I watched “Open Water.” At the beginning, I was all, “Oh you should totally learn how to scuba dive and we should do it together” (I used to be certified as a teenager and loved it) but by the end, I was all, “Never the f*ing mind!” It was so intense that I yelled outloud several times (sorry Jesus for taking your name in vain and sorry neighbors for all of the noise). I panicked right along with the couple that was left behind by the incompetent dive boat, especially when they quickly became prey for a guzillion sharks.

Cambridge still seemed shocked this morning at how scary fish can really be.

Mid Meow