I'm going to be real honest here... I have a very real, very irrational fear of heights. The view from a plane doesn't bother me in the least, but standing next to a cliff freezes me. The fear of falling to my death does weird things to my brain and I wish I could accurately describe it.
I cannot believe I'm writing this post. I can't believe I have actually bought my labrador retriever a rain coat. I'm ecstatic that one of my Christmas presents from Adam was a pair of Hunter Rainboots! Truly, it's bizarre. It's surreal to be sitting here amidst loads of packing boxes!