Allow me to set the stage:
It was another idyllic day in Destin. The water was warm, the sand white, and the waters of the emerald coast were, well...emerald!
The Chefs* and the Dubs** had bravely ventured to the beach despite adults being outnumbered by children 2 to 1.
The children were frolicking happily in the sand and Gabe and I were in knee-deep water cooling off and gazing out at the horizon.
I must have felt the stares, because something (finally) caused me to turn towards shore. Which is when I saw a large crowd gathered on the beach staring at me! "They must have heard of my blog!" I thought to myself. "Either that, or I look hotter than usual in this tankini!" (Actually, I thought: "Crap! There must have been dolphins out there and I missed them AGAIN!")
Then I realized a few things simultaneously. There were only five people left in the water, Gabe and I, two other swimmers, and a life guard. And the life guard was pointing and saying something...
about a shark.
Turns out, a shark was swimming close to shore and the life guard was getting everyone out of the water. Except Gabe and I who were/are, evidently, fearless. (read: clueless)Unfortunately, although everyone else saw the shark, I didn't.
Fortunately, I have proof of my bravery! Joe was on the shore alternately yelling at me to "GET OUT" and snapping pictures. Which is why I have pictorial evidence of my brush with Jaws!(read: cluelessness).
Unfortunately, no matter how big I blow up the picture, it still just looks like a tiny black shadow. But nonetheless, the fact remains that I battled nature and WON!
Except that nature fried the crap out of my formerly pasty white legs.
So lets just call it a draw.
*This is a clever play on their real last name, and you'd be laughing at my cleverness if you knew what that was.
**This stands for "W" which is the first letter of Wilberforce which is my last name.