first thing this morning at work a regular guest (i work at a hotel) asked me if i like lobster. lo, the results...
we actually had to buy a new pot to cook her in (we decided it's a lady because she had all sorts of frilly bits). good for us that we live in the sort of place where the regular super market stocks lobster pots (we're talking a pot that makes a normal-sized pot look like a ladle) year round.
...of course, ryan's first reaction is try to fit the whole thing in his mouth.
i'm not being shy here, it's more that i didn't want to get given a steam bath by a posthomous shell fish.
...and the little boy in him surfaces for some antena wiggling.