My mother just gave me a book she found that I had made when I was a kid about terrible meals I had eaten.  It got me to thinking . . .

Many years ago I lived on the island of Rota in Micronesia.  As a guest in someone’s home for dinner they would give me the fish head as the eyes were considered the best part of the fish and the cheeks the second best.

After the initial discomfort of the idea, it was actually fine.

Dan has been on mission to get us all to choose one type of sock and only have that one kind.  I think that’s ridiculous.

Dan felt quite redeemed when Andrew Mitchell of Mitchell’s agreed with him.

I overheard Celia ask her friend to please

not pretend to be a Californian Sea Lion,

but to be an Arctic Sea Lion.    Funny kid.