I took Wednesday out on my yacht yesterday. We smoked some sweet cheeba and then had a mimosa filled brunch on our way out to the Farallon Islands. We anticipated some bird watching and maybe seeing a seal or two. After a long lull in said animal watching, Wednesday decided to take a dip in the ocean since his stomach had settled (if there is a bigger stickler to the 30 minute rule I would be surprised). Turns out that the water around these islands are filled with great whites this time of year. Whoops. Some would say I should have been more responsible with my knowledge of the waters. Seriously though, who am I supposed to be? Chuck Custeau?
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