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A wet day was had by all

We went grocery shopping today. They won’t let a couple go in together, so I usually sit in the car, but I wanted to see if there were any little treats I wanted for Weasel Day. So I went in first, and Uncle B followed five minutes later.

Got my stuff, wheeled it out. Realized if I tried to open the car, the alarm would go, so I stood by the car with my cart.

And the heavens opened. It was sunny when I went in! Couldn’t call him because there’s famously no phone signal in this village. So I just waited. And got wetter.

And wetter.

Turns out, they’d run out of sanitizer and kept him waiting in line for ten minutes before he even started his shopping. My case of birthday beer got wet.

Later, the balance of the universe was restored when the nozzle popped off the hose while he was watering the greenhouse and gave Uncle B a good soaking.

But look what I got! Aerosol whipped cream! Everything’s going to be fine!
 

 

p.s. They announced the next Assassin’s Creed game is going to be vikings! Looks kind of anti-England. Like, what were they supposed to do? Not try to hold back the viking raids?

Eh, screw it. You know I’ll buy it.

Comments


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: April 30, 2020, 8:29 pm

Anti England? the buggers are responsible for a slew of laws that more or less survive to this day in ‘our’ collective legal systems.

You don’t think we inherited the ‘French’ system do you?

Those laws only applied to other vikings during a raid though.

Also, I heard they were great gardeners – people keep talking about the “Dane Lawn”, right?


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 30, 2020, 10:20 pm

Louisiana inherited the French system, just sayin’.


Comment from drew458
Time: April 30, 2020, 11:49 pm

Seriously, you don’t have your own keys to the car? :eye_roll:


Comment from Mitch
Time: May 1, 2020, 1:05 am

Squirt a bunch of that stuff directly into your mouth and chase it with a shot of bourbon.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: May 1, 2020, 4:49 am

I love whipped cream! I remember the good old days when we had a gadget we’d put whipping cream in and a little cartridge of compressed gas and YAY! out would come frothy goodness. I think those have disappeared, though, because the gas was nitrous oxide, AKA laughing gas. But I never did anything like inhale that stuff to get high. Nope, never ever.

HAHAHAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAHAHA!


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: May 1, 2020, 10:46 am

Happy Weasel Month! I hope Uncle Badger hides Weasel Treats all over Badger House, to surprise you.

My granddaughter’s 8th birthday is this month. I (we) sent her fringed suede Minnetonka ankle boots, in turquoise, if Uncle Badger needs any ideas.


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 1, 2020, 1:43 pm

uh…<> do your whip cream cans contain nitrous oxide?

Because if they do, I can tell you the story of the guy I worked for at the ice cream stand; who used to save the ’empty’ cans in the fridge for after closing on Friday night.

🙂

I don’t remember shots of bourbon though.


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: May 1, 2020, 5:25 pm

Uncle Al – is that you Frank?


Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: May 1, 2020, 7:13 pm

Good idea – thank you, Deborah HH! I do have some mouse traps to set around the house. now I come to think of it…


Comment from Surly Ermine
Time: May 2, 2020, 4:48 am

Don’t forget, the bearded bastards gave us most of the days of the week. Check out Jackson Crawford’s translation of the Poetic Edda.


Comment from BJM
Time: May 4, 2020, 5:28 pm

@Stoaty:I’ve been playing the alpha Torghast…man it stacks like crazy…oh and it’s awesome!

Who could resist AC Vikings?

Our doggo’s love aerosol whipped cream almost better than peanut butter.

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