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Here's an interesting story. I ate my mom's Mothers day dinner. It was so worth it, too. Even though I made my mom cry and felt bad for a minute nothing can take away the feeling of satisfaction I got from eating almost 2 pounds of grilled salmon steaks that had just came off the grill. It's not my fault. Daddy put it on the counter and left the room. I heard him tell someone that dinner was ready. How was I to know he wasn't talking to me? I admit I have very little self control. I have no will power. How could I resist the temptation that was staring me in the face and assaulting my very sensative nostrils with the most heavenly aroma. Ahh, salmon my love come to me.






