When I was last home, my sister Emily and I were listening (in the presence of our brother Daniel) to Ingrid Michaelson’s song “Far Away” which starts out like this:
I will live my life as a lobsterman’s wife on an island in the blue bay.
He will take care of me, he will smell like the sea,
And close to my heart he’ll always stay.
Being a girl, my first thought was “that’s really sweet”.
Daniel’s first thought (or at least what popped out of his mouth): “Yeah, he’ll smell like dead fish.”
Oh, brother.
Made for Eternity 
Ha ha ha! It’s the truth! what does the sea smell like? Dead, rotting fish and lobsters. I mean, we had just been in Rhode Island and had lobsters, and they reeked before they were cooked. I still think toby Mac was a better choice of music.