My Coat Smells Like Halibut!

  Well my daughter called from Alaska. She was very excited, her Papa took her fishing and she had to tell me all about it.  I was thrilled for her at first. She caught a 26 pound Halibut and then she told me "Your coat smells like fish". Which I replyed "what the hell do you mean MY coat smells like fish"?  She didn't pack the new one I bought her for the trip because it wasn't black. She is going through that rebellious stage, with her black fingernail polish and all those black clothes, she acts like "pink" would make her catch fire. So she packed MY wool coat. She won't be home for another WEEK! My fish smelling coat is tied up in two garbage bags in her luggage. They fly to Seattle tommorow and then they are driving down the coast, all the way to San Fran before they come home. So my smelly coat will be in a hot trunk, for another week. I want to kill her! I will probably have to burn the damn thing! I know she's only twelve but sometimes I wonder what the hell she's thinking. I am so tempted to get even and draw lighting bolt scars on all her Tom Felton pics and paint her room hot pink.