- Tonight, Irish Woman had her heart set on cooking some of the large bag of frozen shrimp she brought home last night.
- It seems that she asked our son, the Young Prince, the last scion of her father’s house, to put said shrimp in the freezer last night.
- He, being the obedient lad that he is, did indeed put the shrimp into the freezer. However, being a clever lad, he remembered that the last time his saintly mother put shrimp in the freezer, she immersed them in water before placing them in the freezer.
- I just want to mention that in that instance, the shrimp were fresh, not frozen.
- Anyway, the Young Prince was tasked to remove a portion of the, remember now, previously frozen shrimp from the freezer so that his mother could cook them up this very evening.
- This tasking was given directly to him by his mother. Mister Speaker, please let the record show that I had absolutely nothing to do with the events in question. I did not bring a humongous bag of shrimp into the home, I did not ask a teenager to put it away unsupervised, and I did not, I say again, did not tell him to get some of them out of the freezer.
- Imagine his surprise when the freezer bag, now full of somewhat frozen water and somewhat frozen shrimp, sloshed out of his hand and landed on the floor. The seal on the bag of holding burst, scattering shrimpy water and bits of sea meat all over.
- Apparently, it takes quite a while for 2 gallons of water to freeze in your average household freezer, especially when you mix in whatever salt the shrimp added when they thawed out upon contact with unfrozen water.
- Being an industrious lad, he got the shrimp up and washed them off, so they’re not a total loss.
- He then had to call his mother, who was driving home at that exact moment, and explain the situation. Apparently, she was almost in tears at what had happened.
- Lord, but I know that tone of voice she gets when she’s almost crying because of something stupid being done.
- Currently, he is cleaning up what remains of the mess, and praying for mercy.
- I told him that his best bet would be to pack a small bag, then head generally southwest in a random pattern. I would sacrifice myself to delay her, but could not promise how long it would take for me to die.
- “You fool, she’ll kill us both!” was uttered several times during this discussion.
- He did not follow my advice. He will get no sympathy from me for what is about to happen to him. Yes, I have messed up that stupidly before, and no, she didn’t just let it go. The sprog is going to learn today what it means to mess up a woman’s plans.
- The only thing he’s got going for him is that while I am only related to her by marriage, he is related by blood. Perhaps that will be enough to save his hide and soul.
- I’m currently sitting in my office, typing away, preparing for the storm that’s brewing. I think I overheard her tell him over the phone that she’ll have to cook the whole bag to save it. I expect to overdose on seafood tonight, but there are worse things in life.
- So, in short, let us all raise our voices to request holy protection for my youngest son, because he’s darned sure gonna need it when his mother gets home.
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Posted by daddybear71 on September 27, 2023
https://daddybearsden.com/2023/09/27/musings-384/
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Anonymous
/ September 27, 2023All is calm
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Old NFO
/ September 27, 2023Ohhh… This is gonna be UGLEY!!!
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