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Any interest I might have had in scuba diving -- which, I must admit, was negligible to begin with -- was lost after watching the movie Open Water last night.

Although it did prompt George to look deep into my eyes and say, "Honey, if we're ever in the middle of the ocean being attacked by sharks and I die . . . it's okay if you swim away from my body while the sharks feast on my remains."

If that isn't love, I don't know what is.

Posted 22 January 2005 at 06:31 PM