Chris and I are headed to Maine for the week.
But, I think there may be something wrong with me.
Whenever he says the word "Maine," I hear it as "Lobster Land."
Whenever he says the word "Maine," I hear it as "Lobster Land."
For example:
Chris: We're going to Maine!
Gourmess hears this as: We're going to Lobster Land!
Chris: We're going to Maine!
Gourmess hears this as: We're going to Lobster Land!
Chris: Do you need to take that many shoes to Maine?
Gourmess hears this as: The lobsters won't care what shoes you're wearing in Lobster Land.
Chris: I've never been to Maine, so I want to see as much of it as possible.
Gourmess hears this as: I've never been to Lobster Land and I want to eat as much of it as possible.
And yes, in case you weren't sure, I plan on eating lots of lobster. In fact I'm going to eat it every day. Maybe twice a day. Possibly three times. (A lobster frittata for breakfast? Sure! A lobster roll for lunch? Yes, please! Grilled lobster for dinner? Why, thank you!)
Because, I never met a lobster I didn't like.
But, I'm not sure they like me. Especially the one I murdered two years ago. (C'est la vie.)
Anyway, have a great Fourth of July -- and we'll talk soon.
xoxo
P.S. I'm looking for this tank top while we're there.
