Irish Salmon... is it any better?

For dinner tonight, Hilda made salmon. Yes, salmon. Now, for those of you who know me very well. you know what happens to me when I eat salmon. So, I bet your wondering what exactly happened; did I eat it, did I gag, did I have to almost run to the bathroom to throw-up, or did I like it? 

Well, wonder away, cause I am going to tell you about something else thats on my mind, quite literally.

I have a massive headache right now, and do you know why? It's because of this Terribly Tiny TV (say that 5 times fast). I don't think I could possibly tell you how much I hate this TV, but I will sure try. 

It is horrible and I hate it because it has given me the worst headache that I have had in a long time. It is in the worst spot for the room and is at the worst height. I know what your thinking right now, you probably looked back at the picture to see where it is located and saw that it is in the corner, right? Well, lets get a better look, shall we? 

It is above the only window that opens and you have to go under the stupid TV to open the window because you can't reach the window otherwise. Therefore, BONK! You hit your head. 

I have hit my head at least four, count them 4, times today between opening the window or just getting into my bags. And, mind you, I didn't just lightly tap my head and have it hurt for just a second. No, I whacked the bottom of that idiotic TV so hard that I had to go into the bathroom and make sure I wasn't bleeding. Luckily, I wasn't but I do have some massive goose-eggs on my noggin. And, naturally, I forgot my headache medicine, so I had to borrow some from Hilda and Joe. It hasn't kicked in and I don't think it will. 

Now, that I got that off my chest (not out of my head), I will answer those suspenseful questions regarding the fishy dinner. 

Yes, I ate it. No, I didn't gag. No, I didn't throw-up. And, I didn't really taste it, so I don't know if I liked it or not. It got thrown into my mouth so fast that I didn't even taste it. I could smell Hilda cooking it, so I prepared myself. I scarfed that thing down, (they thought that I was just hungry) because I knew that if I was given a chance to actually have it hit my taste buds that I would gag. I'm gagging just thinking about it. So, I ate it first, and I ate it all. Then I ate everything else; some yummy brown bread and some cooked broccoli. So, you can sleep well tonight, because Liz Cornwall ate salmon and nothing bad happened.