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It all started on May 22, 2009, en route to Bethany Beach. Annie and I pulled up at a stoplight somewhere near Bridgeville, DE. Next to us was a big red truck full of live chickens, presumably heading to a slaughterhouse. The chickens were virtually motionless and didn't look too happy. Annie became distraught and I'll admit that I was a bit freaked out by it as well.

The "Cluck Truck" incident has slowly changed our eating habits. While I had been observing meatless Fridays for some time, Annie soon started the same. Once a week became twice a week. Then thrice. Meatless days became the rule, rather than the exception.

Over the summer, our meat supply dwindled and was not replenished. Beef, pork, and chicken: gone. By fall, practically the only non-vegetarian food in our house was fish and seafood. And we're starting to wean ourselves off the cholesterol-laden seafood as well.

If we had to put a label on our eating habits, we'd be "pescetarians with rare exceptions." My recent exceptions include a trip to Outback Steakhouse in November (rationalized with a $10 coupon) and a hamburger at a company party last week. Perhaps with time, these dalliances will become less frequent, and then peter out.

It seems that people are always asking my wife and me when we're going to have kids. The fact was, I never had an appropriately snarky answer; I'd always say something bland and inoffensive like "oh, I don't know, two or three years perhaps." From now on, this is my answer: I don't want to bring children into a world in which Internet Explorer 6 still holds a statistically significant share of the browser market. The End.