I ate what had to be at least 20 shrimps and left only 3 in a Ziploc bag for Ryan.
I told Ryan this on his facebook wall to perhaps “lighten the mood” because I realized (after I ate the shrimps) that he may have been looking forward all day (like I was) to coming home and eating all those shrimps.
Well, Ryan had been looking forward all day to eating the shrimps. And when he came home, I felt bad partly because eating all those shrimps was unthoughtful of me, and also because eating all those shrimps was making me sick.
I was asleep on the couch when Ryan came home. I groaned from the leftover shrimp taste in my mouth.
He told me as punishment I had to do the shrimp dance.
So I did. Even though I was sick.