Our friend Cami stopped by yesterday for dinner, and we purposefully made something other than salmon for the meal. Because the last time we made salmon we neglected to look at the sell-by date on the label, and it turns out that even if you freeze fish it can go bad after two years. I [...]
I feel sorry for the vet who’s going to have to lance this sucker.
Har, har. Get it? Right, I know. I should be ashamed of myself. Truth is, this thing entertained her for a whole five minutes. Long enough that we could eat dinner with both hands. So the 1980s has served its purpose.