As I get older, there are things I know I shouldn't do but still do anyway. I jumped on the bed yesterday. It was very fun, but as I live in a Hobbit Hole, I had to jump in a tilted fashion so as not to bash my head on the ceiling.
Today's example involved putting a beer in the freezer. I suspect there are faster ways of cooling a beer but this one works well, as long as I remember to pull it out. After a few hours (spent watching a thunderstorm, talking to the cat, and cleaning up while Chris is out of town), I had an epiphany and yelled "OH SHIT!!" Luckily, my neighbors seem to have adjusted to the fact that the Hobbit Hole is routinely boisterously profane.
I have a mostly solid beer now with a tiny liquid center. It could be a good marketing gimick. Except for the part where you get just a wee little bit of beer. It's very cold and it kinda sucks. Maybe I'll tempt fate and shower during a thunderstorm next.
An Erinku:
whack
shin on chair
gasping/swearing
pain
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