Started to feel not good when I was making up the relish tray. It's the only thing I fixed for supper. Himself did a pizza house run (like whisk's, our favorite tapes a $2 off coupon on top when you get carry-out sometimes) but we didn't get a pie. Instead, he picked up their huge fisherman's platter. I had the small bowl of yummy New England clam chowdah, a couple fried shrimp and scallops, a small amount of the haddock, and called it dinner.
Stuffed flounder and green beans tomorrow it is, as long as I'm feeling better. If not, Himself can read the directions on the fish packages and eat them both himself!
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” ~~~ Confucius