After the bad news in the previous post and the horrible American Idol auditions the charming and beautiful Susan made me endure, I was in desperate need of a distraction. I worked on the Shepherd's Staff website some, but, then, that's work. I was thankful that Colee from church called.
Colee: hey, Bryon, want some crap?
me: what kind of crap?
Colee: not crap... CRAB.
me: yeah, I want some crab!
Colee: I got six for you. I'm bringin' them over.
me: I'm so glad you're not bringing crap.
This isn't as easy as it looks. These guys have claws and they're all desperately hanging onto each other. I think the word got out somehow that they were headin' for a boiling pot of water.
From Humboldt Bay to a boiling cauldron on my stove. That's the trip these bad boys took tonight. Check out the steam.
I'm one happy camper.