We had a shrimp catastrophe this evening. We planned to make shrimp tacos, bought some shrimp, put them in the fridge and then our house started to smell like…well, the worst flippin’, rotting, nasty shrimp. I think the fridge life of shrimp should be more than about 6 hours, but hey I’m not the chef in the family. 

B offered to replace it and stick to our pre-planned dinner. That was not gonna happen. I couldn’t shake the smell and I was grossed out. So, I decided we should go out and I agreed to let the girls pick where we go. Red Robin. So off we went. 

During the dinner the girls decided to make some bows. The bows are quite splendid. They discussed a business plan and decided $50 a bow. Reasonable, totally reasonable. I admire their entrepreneurial spirit.