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Happy Father's Day, one and all!
I had the priviledge of witnessing the most horrific process known to man because of this otherwise jolly holiday: cooking/eating lobsters.
I was fine with the whole thing initially, until my mom brought them home from the store live, in plastic bags (two per bag) and shoved them into the fridge. Now, I'm not a big animal activist, but i don't think i would appreciate laying in a frigid box, bound by rubberbands if i were a lobster. This, paired with the maiming and dismembering that ensued made me want to become a mermaid and create a lobster reservation in the sea.
Regardless, their tender innards made a delicious meal.
One of danny's friends has taken up temporary residence in our guest room. He's an interesting chum with very unique mannerisms. His patterns of speech have honestly been the highlight of my summer so far. For instance, he bought cookie dough to eat the other day, and when diego asked why, he said simply (and with all seriousness) "Because it's yummy in my tummy." Imagine that slurred a bit, as if he just downed a few beers - not that he has; it just sounds that way. And he was trembling when we ate lobster. Shared sentiments? Doubt it. He's a character, to say the least.
Hello, cake.