Hey, obviously this thread is not meant to discourage those of us who love seafood... and yes, I'm one of them. Being from the Chesapeake Bay region, it would be a crime if I didn't.
My little guppy entered the shark coven (wherever sharks live) a little while ago. He was waiting for me and D6, as we had to go pickup D9 from the slumber party.
Well, I could hear her crying in her room, but sort of left it alone, because I knew she needed to address what is bothering her on her own... plus it would be an open invitation to R talk in front of the girls. A big no no. Without her telling me, I knew what was bothering her...
So she came downstairs with her backpack packed and a swollen face. Mr. Wonderful asked her what was wrong? She glared at him and stormed past him, slamming the door on the way out.
He, of course, looked at me. I just told him, "I think she's sick to death of living out of her backpack." He gave me a deer-in-the-headlights look and said, "OH." (My, what a brilliant comeback--and I'm sure he shouldn't have been enlightened by that statement, but he appeared to be.)
I decided not to enter that conversation, so I walked to the desk with my cookbooks--intent on making a menu and grocery list before posting. He opted to say goodbye as well.
Don't know what this means, but there was no feeding frenzy here today.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming...
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
