Something smells fishy...

I don't like fish. I don't like the smell, I don't like the taste, and I don't like the texture. However, I do like to fish. And yes, when fishing with live bait, I will break the worm apart with my fingers. But that's getting off topic. Last night my mom was eating a piece of smoked salmon that my grandpa sent home with her. He caught it in the Pacific Ocean. Anyway, she offered me a piece and being brave, I took a small bite. It wasn't as bad as I expected. Not too fishy, but not something I would ever choose to eat more of. I thought that was the end of my fish adventure...not so. I got to work this morning and upon opening the door to the dirty laundry room, I was overwhelmed with the scent of fish. I washed the kitchen cloths but I could still smell it. Venturing out into the hallway, the smell was still present. And when I washed the clothes, I could smell fish on them too. Apparently dinner last night was fish. At times the smell of fish was so overpowering that I thought I would gag! Just another reason why I don't like fish. :)