It’s unclear as to who is to blame. I am not seeking to distance myself from culpability–one of the foundational principles of Men’s Fraternity is that I want to accept responsibility for my actions. The bottom line is that the wonderful and moderately miraculous rice-warmer-sock creation died last night in a glorious stinky mess.
It might have been the non-cotton sock that I used. The website said to use cotton, but I figured that the sock was mostly cotton. The rice was supposed to be uncooked. Does Minute Rice qualify as uncooked? Of course, I’m not ruling out gremlins in the microwave. That thing is scary, man.
Whatever the reason, Kim had to pull the beast out of the microwave last night amidst a cloud of smoke. The rice had turned black, holes were forming in the sock, and it stunk the house up.
So it was a short-lived reprieve from the cold. At least it’s not the longest day of winter…
The upside in the whole situation is that as I’m typing this my lovely wife is snuggling just a little bit closer to me. I am the remedy for cold feet.
It’s also after midnight, so I’m guessing that unless something ridiculously disastrous befalls us tomorrow, it’s not the end of the world as we know it. So maybe I’ll see you this weekend at church, or at the Waffle Shop. I might eat there twice tomorrow to celebrate the non-end of the world.
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