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Archive for May 13, 2019

I hate fish

It started when I was about 5 years old. A girl visited us and declared she hated fish. She proceeded to eat fish despite her pronouncement. But I followed through and never ate/preferred fish again. Before that, I can remember eating the leg meat from blue crab when my mother painstakingly extracted the morsels as she picked…. Of course, the cousins picked a fish place because of the specials. I don’t drink either. That would be a root beer… No doubt, you already know (see yesterday!) that Colleen likes to eat out. I’m the cook, she doesn’t do the dishes often. Maybe she just likes eating out! She’s happy. That’s enough to make me smile.