Deeper into the Mire

Yesterday was just the just the calm before the storm. Today, just the prelude to the madness. Tomorrow, tomorrow is when the manure hits the fan. Everything we discussed with our distributor had a asterisk by it with a comment like: tomorrow our vice president will discuss this with you and share his plan. It all had a very ominous tone to it. I am waiting for the other shoe to drop, like, you will now give us all your products for free so we can offset the costs of having to deal with stupid Americans. These are the kind of discussions that I don't look forward to. But what is the worst that can happen?

Last night, we ate dinner at a traditional Japanese restaurant. The food was great. However, it made me wonder how skinny my children would get here. When presented with the small wok of cuttlefish being cooked at the table in (and this is a direct quote) liquid from it own guts, I think Ryan might have clammed up instantly. Matt pointed out that it would have been more correct to say its own intestines. I am not sure the clarification would have helped much. The finished product was pretty good, though, so Ryan would have missed out. I must be losing my edge though, all the stuff we ate seemed pretty normal to me now. I especially like that browned outside, raw inside slap jack tuna. That was excellent.

More later.