Even as his hands were busy his mind was racing fast to find some way to escape an encounter with the MIL.
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Even as his hands were busy his mind was racing fast to find some way to escape an encounter with the MIL.
But that was not to be, for hadn't Jessie warned him not to leave the house till she got back?
In the meanwhile, he might as well cook dinner for three if the old Brigadier-General does arrive to plonk her imperious derriere about!!!
He could hear in his inward ears his imperious MIL's repeated mantra,"Where on earth did you get me this son-in-law from?"
As he continued stirring the Bechamel sauce for the steak, he realised that the cut on his finger had yet to clot!!
The cut continued to drip, drip, drip!!!!
Phil was too enraged at the imminent tornado that he missed noticing a storm brewing right under his nose- a bleeding finger, the baby walking into the kitchen after a rolling ball(God knows how he crawled out of his pen!), so many assignments yet to be finished before his returned.
There was also the sensitive issue of asking his 'partner' Jack to leave before things got worse.
"Jack, you gotta go," Phil said and watched Jack turn to leave when Phil said "No Jack. You gotta go." and pulled out a 9mm and shot Jack in the face. "Time to blow this popsicle stand," Phil said before grabbing his potato and running towards the door...
And that was what finally woke him up, and he realized what a curious dream it had all been!!!
Sorry for being such a spoil sport, but honestly, the story didnt seem to make any sense at all!! Maybe we should try starting another one?
Or if everyone is still in the mood of carrying on, I will delete my line, and you can go on...