Here we have a dead crab.
And here in the next sentence we have Three Thing Thursday, where I tell you three things and you tell me three things, whatever you want, anything at all.
1. Because of an overnight field trip, Chesapeake Bay Daughter had to be up, packed and at a particular place--15 miles away--at exactly 6:30 a.m. this morning, "Or else!" the bus would leave her. That meant we both had to get up way earlier than usual, which for me is
2. I think that crab above looks like he's performing a ballet move.
3. Most of my life I've been able to distract myself from stressful events by completely denying they exist. Hence the shift from my daughter's stringent field trip requirements to a crab doing ballet and a convenient omission of everything in between.
Now it's your turn. Tell me three things, tell me 42 things. Random or related. Pertaining to crabs or to ballet, I don't care.
The world is your oyster. A crispy, salty, fried oyster.