The story of the lobster

The other night, our neighbor knocked on the door with a hot steaming lobster in his hands. He wondered if we liked lobster and wanted to give us 1. He had them flown in from the east coast just that day.

Now with my love for seafood what it is........ the smell alone deterred me from thinking that I would like it. But how many times does a lobster literally show up at your door.

So I thought why not?? I'll try it.

And I did.

I didn't like.

The kids were watching my response and whether or not it would be safe for them to try it.

Needless to say, they didn't try it.



(it did at 1 time have 2 claws.....it wasn't a retarded lobster)

Hunny had never tried it either. He ate it but said he probably wouldn't order it.

(And speaking of ordering Lobster.

What's the point??

I don't understand why it's so expensive when you have such little amounts of meat. It just doesn't make any sense to me. )

I am glad that I tried it though.

Now I know I don't like it.

And speaking of not liking it........

Neither did the dogs.

However, I did think it was cool that the neighbor thought of us.

And that is the story of the lobster.