Some of you might remember the Great Toaster Debacle of 2007 in which I nearly set our then brand-new house on fire trying to reheat three measly taco shells in our toaster oven.
Well, Jerry apparently made an equally spark-inducing move yesterday at work.
I could tell something was up the moment he walked into the house.
"I had a bad day."
"I almost set my office building on fire."
"WHAT? ... Oh man, that's pretty bad."
"I forgot to put water on my rice."
Apparently instant rice bags really do need to be submerged in water or each grain turns into a mini combustible engine.
"There were a bunch of people hanging out in the lunch room and someone asked, 'What's that smell?'," he said. "Then I saw the smoke pouring out of the microwave."
Jerry apparently ran out the back door carrying the smoking bowl with him and just as he thought to himself "at least the fire alarm didn't go off" ... it did. Bringing the local fire marshals (and a lot of finger pointing) with it.
In his defense, he got about four hours of sleep the night before. And I know from experience that even the most simple tasks can seem insurmountable when you're sleep-deprived and irritable.
I just gave him a big hug and promised to make rice for dinner.
On the stovetop.
Or maybe we should just stuff an entire box of instant rice in the microwave and shove a whole package of taco shells in our toaster and be done with it.