Today, I decided to brave the masses, and my people-phobia, and take the girls to the Seattle Aquarium. Let me tell you, that is a feat--I'm generally a homebody, and, when I do dare to venture out, I rarely leave home without my personal slave--I mean, husband. ;-9 Seriously, though, I never realized how spoiled I am until I go somewhere alone with the girls.
On the ferry ride over, I was arguing with myself as to whether an aquarium membership was really necessary--I mean, I've lived here for 13 years (!), and this was my first time to the aquarium, so of course I'd probably never even come again, blah, blah, blah. The debate was over as soon as I spotted the line, out the door, and down the sidewalk. Not having to wait in line--well, it felt kind of priceless. ;-9 And, really, we will have to go back on a day that 19 different schools are not field-tripping to the aquarium--it was crazy!
Outside by the...otters? Or were they seals? Notice the sunlight, pouring over their faces...it turned out to be a really pretty day.
Another seal tank.
Lucky shot--these guys weren't being all that cooperative, but can't say I blame them. I'm starting to feel a little guilty about this whole captivity-for-my-enjoyment thing.