Oyster Shucking & Bunny-Bites
Philosophy on Life
You Have to Keep moving Forward.
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There are other options, but I’ve found this one to be the most productive.
And, I have always believed in productivity.
My definition of what’s productive probably really differs from someone else’s………………….
But: News Flash!
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So here goes……………
I recently went to our Hunt Club’s Lobster/Kentucky Derby Party.
I kind of had to………….I was on the Committee.
Really, it was just a committee of two.
Simone & I were the only ones organizing it. I couldn’t bag it and shirk my responsibilities.
I couldn’t saddle her with the whole thing……………that just wouldn’t be cricket.
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Hence, sixty-five live lobsters and a bushel of Blue Point oysters made their way to our Clubhouse, and a good time was had by all…………………well most all, anyway.
I stayed to open oysters along side my multi-skilled husband.
I really should give him a name, shouldn’t I?
………….Hmmmmmmmmm…………..
We shall call him—–Paolo.
………………But when all of the shucking was finished…………….I booked it.
I had to get out of there.
Too many questions…
The answers are still too raw…
I even left before getting my lobster……………and lobster’s on my Atkins Diet, too!
I went home to snow peas and bleu cheese dip……………not bad………but….
…………….definitely, not lobster………………
So you’re probably wondering about the title? The oyster shucking makes sense.
But what about the bunny bites?
Remember my rabbit hutch alterations that I’ve been working on?
I very recently discovered that our breeding-stock buck needs to have a name change from Roger Rabbit……………..to something more blood-thirsty.
He’s not a nice bunny at all.
He’s rabid-ly nasty!!!
He took a major chuck out of my left-ring finger with his very sharp, well-honed, cavy-chompers.
It wasn’t like I was trying to hold him, or cuddle him, or catch him……………..he just flew across his cage and nailed me.
He’s a very angry bunny.
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So, while holding oyster shells in that hand, I had to safe-guard my nasty, bunny bite………………….I figured that was only prudent, considering how deep the bite was and how nasty the outside of an oyster shell looks……..
Under my oyster-shucking protective glove, I also wore a surgical glove. I was hoping to keep my bunny-bite cleaner and less likely to become infected from oceanic, bacterial-grunge on the outside of those slippery/yucky oyster shells.
There was truly a dramatic stew-sized-chunk taken out of the end of my finger.
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I need to watch “Monty Python and the Holy Grail” again……………Roger Rabbit needs a name change.
What’s the name of the murderous rabbit from that Monty Python movie?
Roger needs to be re-named!
Definitely!
Ultimately………………..revenge will not be a dish best served cold………………it will be served hot and with potatoes and carrots.
*****(Oh, Surprise! I have some really great photos on my Fuchsia-Photo-Snapping-Wizard……………….my finger is all bloody and full-spectrum gore (isn’t that what everybody does………………..take out their camera and take a picture of their injuries immediately after they happen?————-well, I know I do.)
But, you know————–those photos are stuck for eternity in that pink camera and will never see the light of day.)
*****(Oh, and a little bit ago, I emptied the clothes dryer……………….and there was a photo chip left in the bottom of the dryer (now I know what was clinking)…………………that’s not good, is it?)