So, as yet another surprise to my mother, I have eaten fish for the past two days. You see, I used to not like fish. At the present I’m still not a huge fish fan, but I can eat it and not throw up, so that’s a good thing. Yesterday while Abby was admiring the one shoed man, I was eating fish. Hot Fish, hot talapia to be exact. Or, for those of you who like to call it something else, St. Peter’s Fish or Hawaiian Sun Fish. However, today I smell like fish. My skin smells like fish and my nose smells fish constantly. I suppose that if I ate fish regularly this wouldn’t be an issue, but right now I’m just totally overwhelmed by the smell and am ready to take a break.

On the upside the fish oils contain fats that have been recently linked to prevention of alzheimers, which could be quite handy. Also, if I eat enough fish I will be able to grow gils and swim in the ocean like Kevin Costner – and we all know how cool that would be [the swimming, not being like Kevin Costner].