A reader pointed out that I've been whining a lot so today I'm going to blog about positives.
Did you know that I'm a good surfer? Well I am. I have excellent balance for such an imbalanced girl, someone once pointed out.
My Mom use to say I loved the water so much I was probably half fish.
I don't go in the water much anymore. That's probably because my girlfriend got eaten by a shark. Well, not eaten. "Bit" is probably more accurate, but it just doesn't sound as dramatic.
We were out beyond the breakers. I never even saw the shark. Suddenly there was my best friend, sticking her bisected hand in my face, screaming for her life.
I remember praying to Jesus to please let us make it back to shore alive.
My friend lost a few fingers but she's fine. I call it her "Creepy hand," she calls it her "Lucky hand."
Hmmm... I think I just learned a lesson from my own blog!
PS: I wrote a comic about this incident a few years ago. Here it is: