Every family always has that 1 story that they always tell at a family celebration.

Most of them are always funny, & there are usually seriously embarrassing for at least 1 lady at the celebration, who is forced to hear this story over & over.

In our family the story involves a deranged thing I did when I was just a small 5 year aged kid. I can barely remember what happened in all honesty, however our family does a nice task of reminding myself and others about it. Many years ago our family was having a sushi night. My father was tearing up the fish in the dining room while our mother was working on the rice & vegetables… Since they were both so preoccupied, I decided to entertain myself by taking some of the fish that had fallen on the floor & putting it inside of the heated gas furnace. In our 5 year aged brain I thought that it would be an interesting & efficient system of cooking some fish. What undoubtedly happened was that an seriously pungent fish smell began to spread throughout the house via the heated gas furnace. My parents were quickly able to tie myself and others to the scene of the crime thanks to the fish remnants on our hands, they are always in tears laughing talking about it now, however at the time they were less than pleased. Our house ended up reeking of fish for an entire month after the ordeal, & the people I was with and I haven’t had another sushi night in the past twelve years. In all honesty, however, I can’t blame them for switching over to lasagna night at all.

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