If it’s Friday, it must be fish. At least that’s the way it is in our Catholic house most Fridays. Not all Fridays, but most Fridays. As a kid, I hated Fridays. What, fish sticks again! As a young adult, it meant egg salad or tuna salad sandwiches. Okay, are you depressed yet? It gets better.
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