I love my tribe.
I love that they understand the great loves of my life.
Especially my love of Shark Week.
In sixth grade in ELP (extended learning program, Arizona's version of GATE/TAGS), we did an entire year on oceans. My research project was on Megalodon. We dissected a shark and yes, I took part of it home. My mom wasn't pleased when she found it in my room several weeks later. (Sorry mom!)
I did discover that I'm not a fan of cold water diving...or sand, which put a damper on my dreams of being a marine biologist. I obviously took another career path and couldn't be more pleased with my choice to become a teacher. (Okay, there are moments of doubt but they usually coincide with ridiculous amounts of grading or difficult situations.)
That being said, I love Shark Week. I understand the critiques that it contributes to fear mongering and appreciate that Discovery has taken that into consideration with recent programming choices.
I rocked some shark week nails for most of July.
I tweeted, frequently, about wanting a Shark Week chum bucket while at DENSI.
So when not one, but three people sent me messages about this blanket within an hour, I couldn't feel more loved:
Thank you tribe for knowing the way to my heart. The answer is yes, this is an amazing blanket that I would love to own.