The universe has a messed up sense of humor. Yesterday, Henry and I went to Florence to play at the beach. We collected 23 sand dollars, made a sand castle, and walked along the beach. It was great.
After we tired of it, I planned to take him to the Bridgewater for dinner. I ordered 2 pounds of mussels and clams and Henry ordered a crab melt. For as long as I’ve known him, Henry has had a sneaking suspicion…
…(ok, more serious and conclusive than sneaking suspicion) that he was allergic to shellfish. But he loves crab. So, he tried again. We finished dinner and walked around town. Henry got annoyed with me because I kept asking him how he was feeling. Fine, fine, fine, he answered. We got home and eventually went to bed. Let’s just say that neither of us slept very well and we now know without a shadow of a doubt that Henry is allergic to shellfish.
And Universe? Thanks for punking us on National Crab Day which falls on March 9. You’re always good for a laugh.
Happiness is a warm oven. 