Such Great Heights

To those of you who do not know (which should be everyone being as only Tony and my Aunt know) I have a strange fascination with heights. I love them. I also have a mild obsession with hot air balloons. I have done some research as to how I can ride in a hot air balloon and one day, assuming I survive the hot air balloon ride, pilot one. For the mere cost of two hundred dollars (basically two weeks worth of pay) I can drive two hours away and ride in a hour long hot air balloon ride with five strangers and the pilot. Two. Hundred. Dollars. Give me a break.

AND while I love heights, Tony on the other hand, does not. The man wants to be freaking Spider Man but he's afraid of a little tiny roller-coaster or a hot air balloon ride. I guess when they say opposites attract it's true. Tony luckily gets out of me dragging him onto roller-coaster rides and such as he's had spinal fusion surgery and cannot: go skydiving, go bungee jumping, or go on roller-coasters. What a bum.