Shark Tacos, anyone??

After cleaning up the remnants of Dually's latest victim in the absence of the boys, I fully expected there would be some reward. Their abandonment of duties needed justification, particularly some freshly-caught red snapper or amberjack straight from the murky waters of Galveston.

They rolled into the house at around 10:00 pm Sunday night looking like burnt heaps of salty flesh. I could almost feel the heat radiating off their skin and smell the fishy aura of Galveston as they walked past me. As they brought the Igloo cooler into the house, my pulse began to pick up a bit. I had been forewarned by telephone that only the sharks were biting that day but I figured since they make fish sticks out of shark meat, it can't be too bad, right? Mmmm....

Neal opened the cooler and presented me with 2 gallon-sized baggies full of filleted shark meat.....wait, that's it? I think they should have kept the shark alive instead! That's one pet we don't have yet. We could really distinguish ourselves with something like that. What a great conversation starter that would be! I'd change my blog name to "Five Acres and a Shark". But on the bright side, at least I didn't have to make a difficult decision on whether to sacrifice frozen hot dog buns in order to gain freezer space for this weekend's catch. I hate throwing stuff out.

In other news, Neal is super-stoked about the release of the playlist for Rock Band 2. So much so that he made it a point to e-mail it to me and our daughter from his office. Unfortunately, it doesn't start shipping until November so his spandex pants-wearing rock star fantasies will have to be satisfied by the latest release from Guitar Hero, which is the Aerosmith version.

I avoid Guitar Hero like the plague because it makes me feel inadequate. Neal, on the other hand, is so skilled that he has created an alter-ego associated with it. He gets that Eddie Van Halen grimace on his face and occasionally his tongue will stick out when he's really concentrating. My favorite part is when he's done because he's just so delighted by his own pseudo-guitar skills. (He's self-taught, you know. I'm not even sure he took the tutorial offered on the game.) He drives that video crowd wild.

Rightly so.