I got shrimp for my birthday dinner. It’s practically a tradition by this time, all because of the Great Shrimp Dinner Blurt of ’94.
I came home from work. My Darling B was in the kitchen, preparing a special dinner for my birthday. “Don’t come in!” she warned, or I would ruin the surprise. Oh, okay, I’ll just sit down here at the table and talk with the Seanster while we’re waiting.
“Hi, Sean, do anything special today?”
“No, just bought the shrimp for dinner.” AND THE LOOK OF HORROR ON HIS FACE AS HE REALIZED WHAT HE’D JUST SAID WAS WORTH A THOUSAND BIRTHDAY PRESENTS. To this day, I can’t eat shrimp without remembering that moment.

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