The HORROR
I have this thing I do every evening.
I go to the outside refrigerator, get a nice cold beer and bring it upstairs.
Then I open the freezer and get out my frozen mug.
It is not just any old frozen mug, but a bright blue, miniature kid mug with water in a section surrounding the mug that freezes and makes your drink REALLY cold.
This little mug can make a beer better than sex, and it holds a mere 6oz, so it is all I need.
I pour the beer in and watch as a small amount of slush forms on the top. Ahhhhhh, cold, cold beer. I am in Texas, with a cold beer and life is good.
Tonight, I open the freezer and, God of Heaven and Earth, Jesus, Mary and Joseph, WHERE IS MY TINY MUG FOR MY BEER!!
Remember, my mother was here. She hides EVERYTHING. She is a huge help to me, but when she puts stuff away, it is never where it should be.
My little, child’s freezer mug for my beers? She put it in the cabinet with the sippy cups!!! Go figure! So, it is not frozen as God intended it to be, but warm and…….not frozen.
So I sit. The kids are at Scouts with their dad, and I am waiting….for water to freeze.
Sort of like watching a flower grow.
My concolences. I’m looking away now, I can’t stand the horror
Again with the laughing fit! What are you trying to do to me!? LOL
I am sorry your mug has gone amiss. Once when we were moving my mil helped us unpack and it absolutely drove me nuts as she put my kitchen together in all the wrong places. I held my tongue and redid it all after she left.
I hope your water freezes…QUICKLY!