An explosion is a rapid expansion in volume associated with an extremely vigorous outward release of energy, usually with the generation of high temperatures …
Explosion – Wikipedia
We make efforts to avoid sudden loud noises in our family, so it was particularly jarring when yesterday, as Gordon and I were knee-deep in the wonder of Might and Magic 6 – oh, all those gargoyles one must kill to get to the stupid Warlord’s Fortress – something behind us exploded.
It wasn’t a gentle explosion either. Something went boom in the dining room.
Boom.
Gordon: It’s a cat.
A cat knocking something down does seem likely except our dining room is devoid of knickknacks. The chairs are up on the dining table for the ease of floor cleaning and the only thing on the table, besides the chairs, is a stack of paper mail, which certainly wouldn’t have made an exploding noise. Also, there were no cats running from the scene of the crime and then stopping to nonchalantly wash themselves and pretending that nothing happened.
I get up to investigate. The floor is wet. Lots of wetness. Oh, look at this aluminum ribbon on the floor with extremely sharp edges.
Kid 1 is fond of kombucha. One time I ordered the wrong kind of kombucha, one in cans instead of glass bottles. Kid 1 left the offending canned kombucha in the dining room, intending to put it up, and then stuff happened and we collectively forgot about it. Kombucha is a living culture of bacteria and yeast. Given warmth, it will carbonate.
Yeah.
So opening the cans was out of the question, because an exploding can can slice your hands to ribbons. The cans were taken to the driveway and thrown on the ground in as safe manner as possible to explode them, so they could be safely disposed off in the recycling.
Cleaning up kombucha took a lot of mopping. It smells. It’s not a fun smell.
The run of minor bad luck is clearly continuing. The scorpions were an upsetting upgrade, but it could’ve been worse. The exploding can of kombucha could’ve hit one of us in the head.
Enough of that. Look at Wasabi running. Look at the majesty, hahahaha. The hair, omg, the hair!
I am going to buy ridiculously brightly colored yarn today from somewhere. I think it’s warranted.
You guys needs to write your own comic of your daily life. No one would believe it was non-fiction.
I’m #1! I’m #1!
(It seems to be a thing to cheer when you’re the first poster.)
I’m #1!
I completely agree
As a kombucha hoarding misophoniac, I just ran to check my stash, thanks for the PSA 😀
So when the can says “store in a cool place”, they’re not kidding.
Love the new addition to my vocabulary!!
I hope you were at least able to have fun exploding the remaining kombucha cans in the driveway!
I agree about Wasabi’s hair — it is very dramatic. Almost hypnotic to watch.
I could watch Wasabi running for hours!
Lol….. you guys are your own reality TV show…. and I’m not sure that’s really a dog. Stay safe!
The little hair monster looks just like his daddy, except daddy has those big brown hypnotic eyes.
It’s really a tribble, in search of quadrotriticale.
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Its like a month of Mondays and Murphys Law wrapped up in a big ball of crap for you guys. Im so sorry. I would say hide out in your house but its coming to the house.
Sending good vibes and maybe sage the space, kids and pets? ????????♀️????????♀️
You could just wait until Wasabi gets a haircut and use his hair for knitting. ????
Wasabi. An oversized Tribble with a tiny face. So cute. But the brushing would kill my shoulder, then I couldn’t knit.
Something similar happened to my aunt with a bottle of homemade wine. Fortunately it was in a cabinet when it exploded, so although there was a huge mess to clean up, the flying glass was contained.
Glad that the can didn’t go hurling into the living room. Cue the 1812 Overture with real cannons in the background!
For Wasabi’s hair to be that fluffy it takes hours of combing and back combing to get it like what you see online. They are extremely hard to breed. I read that the mothers, without the help of a C-section, can die birthing their pup or pups. They are adorable but stubborn. Wasabi’s eyes are sparkling, and the way he looks at his handler, you can tell he’s adored. 🙂
My dad use to call them walking dust mops. 😀
Lol I went with baby Cousin It…followed be Ewalk, from Star Wars.
Barbara Hambly said at the end of “Bride of the Rat God” (Pekingese play a large role in the tale) that her friends say they are one step above bunny slippers. She had 4 at that time.
… um, not sure if an exploding glass jar is better or worse than an exploding aluminum can… sounds like a job for the bomb squad in either case, with pads and face shields, just like in Grey’s Anatomy…
have you done a quick run down of any other things on your “to do” list that could explode literally or metaphorically?
Love your “slice of life” blog posts, makes me feel less alone. It is a fact when they say truth is stranger than fiction…aka Murphy’s Law…aka Sod’s Law…aka Finagle’s Collary. Have a much better summer going forward!
I too am having poor luck with repairs constantly or wind damage from freak evening thunderstorms (Oh Texas, my Texas). Maybe it’s a state of Texas bad luck thing. At this point any day when I have running water, electricity, and no major injuries for myself or family I am counting it as a win. You have my empathy. Lord help us!
I would be the happiest person in the BDH if I could send you yarn.
It’s my life’s mission now.
How many gargoyles do I need to slay to send you yarn?
Replying to myself bc editing is beyond my abilities:
I work at a yarn store, so sending yarn to people is literally my job. It’s not as stalker-ish as my original post may have seemed.
Hehe, maybe slightly briberish ????
Maaaaybe ????
But seriously. My entire life, identity, job, hobby, existence is yarn. It’s what I do. It’s who I am.
While I’m knitting, I listen to IA audio books. Their stories are the soundtrack to so many of my projects.
It only seems fitting that I close the loop.
Ooooh! So pretty, especially the neon rainbow skein on the left.
“Escape” by Seismic. She actually just went (mini) viral with that color.
Seismic is our most local-local indie dyer, and our top seller. A lot of her colors are San Francisco inside jokes, so both the tourists love her yarn as a souvenir, and the locals love the jokes. It helps that both her bases and colors are incredible.
Purtiferous! Disclaimer I know nothing about yarn but for the last few days I’ve been looking at all the BDH suggestions and TikTok picked up on it and is showing me yarntok and I feel an urge rising ????
Resistance is futile. Once you pet the yarn, it’s all over.
What is your yarn store? Because I need some of the vibrant yarn for my stash. ????
I work at Firebird Yarns in San Francisco. We specialize in local and indie dyed yarn.
It’s not my shop – I just work there PT. I don’t make money off any of this. I’m just a yarn monger at heart. I can’t help myself.
If you’re on Instagram, look up the shop there and DM us. Our website is being rebuilt. It’s…bad. So Instagram is the only place to see all the pretties.
Do the colors hold up after washing? That’s really bright.
Yup! Colorfastness and lightfastness aren’t major problems with acid dyes. Sure – if you leave it out in the sun for 6 months, it will fade. So will your sofa. There is no help for that.
Because Seismic is like…one mile from my house…I have knit with her yarn A LOT. I throw it into the washing machine on delicate. Nothing has bleed or faded. Her neon green, “Peridot” is one of our best sellers (go figure?); our regular customers have knitted dozens of things with it, and nobody had ever complained.
Yeah, absolutely, there are some brands, and some colors, that bleed. Standard disclaimers apply: knit a swatch, wash your swatch. But I’ve never had a problem with Seismic.
I’ve been wearing this for a year. It’s knit from the mini skein set shown in the pic above, plus Seismic “Better Days Are Coming”
Your sweater is beautiful! I canˋt knit. I think I will try to learn again.
Love your sweater. It’s been over 25 years since my last project…must be strong; look away!!!!!
I am getting Star Wars vibes here, folks…..Open yourself to the force. Feel it flow through and around you.
And….we all collectively reach for knitting needles and crochet hooks.
(Although I think I have more in common with Grandma Frieda – Where is that blow torch…..)
Very pretty, is it 100% wool?. I am in NZ and postage is way too much but I still can admire.
This is “sock” yarn, so 75% Merino, 25% Nylon.
We ship to Australia (I know – not the same as NZ) more often than you’d expect. Or, I should say, I’m always surprised when we get an order, because – yes – shipping costs as much as one skein of hand dyed yarn.
Oh those are awesome! Such pretty colors. Any suggestions on what to make with them?
They are all sock / fingering, so…
– socks (duh)
– shawls / cowls
– I’m a sweater knitter, and I’ve knitted sweaters out of all of these yarns.
I will take you up on that wonderful offer. Can you take orders over the phone?
YES
415-795-1229
We are open noon – 6:pm pacific, closed Tuesday and Wednesdays.
Ugh! Sending you good energy to hopeful help change the tide.
You are entitled to all the yarn!
Glad no humans or cats were injured.
You clearly deserve yarn. Lots of it. Because exploding kombucha isn’t something we see every day (thank the deity of your choice).
I don’t know…. I’d be tempted to call on an exorcism at this point. Lol enjoy colorful happiness inducing yarn!!!
Yikes! Ya’ll might want to sage the house. Maybe hire a houngan or a manbo to come check your place out. That’s a serious run of bad juju. Of course if the pendulum starts to swing the other way you may want to buy a lotter ticket.
+1
Yarn, yes. You deserve some “Sunshine and Happiness” Little Knits is having a sale https://www.littleknits.com/yarn/araucania/araucania-huasco-sunshine-and-happiness-color-13-full-bag-sale-5-skeins.html
Much brightly colored yarn ???? is definitely called for!! Maybe malibrigo as well just to be sure!!
OMG, isn’t Wasabi the best Tribble Channeler ever? Hubby and I watched the show yesterday at lunch and we just loved that little guy.
We’re dealing with an aggressive racoon. Our chickens don’t mind him, but if he gets any bigger he’s going to start considering them dinner. His aggression is against humans, which makes me think someone hand fed him until maturity and turned him loose. (Which I despise. That’s how people get bitten and the racoon gets killed.)
Hubby has a portable electric fence on half the yard. (The chickens have a run that’s secure at night.) He’s going to run it all the way around the back yard tonight. I’ve got my fingers crossed it works.
Buy. All. The yarn. You deserve a break.
Buy. All. The. Yarn. And create a soft and fluffy version of a ball pit. Or swim through it channeling Scrooge McDuck.
The bright side could be the one can didn’t set off the rest of the others ????????. Sorry about the smelly mess, I’m sure cleaning was no fun. Loved the dog!
If only you had known, you could have thrown the kombucha cans at the scorpians…
LOL!!!
Washi Tape. Because of you, I know have quite a large stack of washi tape that I enjoy decorating my work notes with. I am so happy you introduced me to washi tape!
Maybe I sometimes stress buy it, but at least for now it is not taking up much space.
Never can have enough washi tape!
I’m currently Washi-bombing everything that stands still long enough with my latest favourite ????
Wasabi looks like a porcupine who’s been extremely deep conditioned and flat ironed.
???? because he’s worth it
I’m rolling my eyes at that statement.
+1
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I hope your your yarn therapy goes well. May your yarn be gorgeously colorful and extremely soft, lol.
Oh, and I also hope the store you buy it from has perfectly helpful sales staff (attentive but not annoying lol).
Sending good vibes
We have brewed our own beer in the past. Since we don’t have big machinery, you cause carbonation in the bottles thru “bottle conditioning” aka using more yeast to create carbon dioxide from a small amount of sugar in the beer.
We tried to make a caramel dark beer, which meant extra sugar, and then we went on vacation. We came home to glass shards all over our kitchen, but it was near midnight and we were half asleep so didn’t know why, until we were awoken by an exploding bottle during the night.
This was in a loft apartment with 30 foot ceilings and the beer and glass shards were all the way up the walls ????????????
NO! Omg that sounds like a horrific cleaning job :'(
Almost 50 years ago, the US government decided that brewing beer at home for your own consumption was legal.
One of my housemates decided to give it a try – in Houston – in the summer. He bought a kit and placed the “slightly” over yeasted / over sugared result in a little used room upstairs. Un-airconditioned.
Evidently, the bottles were very sturdy. None of them broke. However, the plastic corks(?) hit the 12 foot ceiling at random intervals all day and night. (It doesn’t cool off here very much at night.) And bounced…
We never got used to it – at random interval there would be a loud “POP”, followed by things bouncing around overhead.
We replaced the bootle stoppers on the brew until Steven gave up and decided it was finished. Since I don’t much care for lager, I declined the treat when he served his beer. I won’t say it was bad – but it only happened once.
Remember: You can get all the yarn you want is you label your stash The Andrews Private Museum of Yarn.
*if*. If you label…
Betting that exploding kambucha and small wasabi-like critters show up in a future book! Maybe together! Maybe with lawn orphans! Oh, and in a scene with Bug!
And Zeus. Pethaps a pup who imprints himself on Zeus? Or a new pet for Bug? Zeus is brightly colored. Perhaps you could knit Zeus as a stuffed animal or simply a graphic on a sweater or shawl?
If you ever replace a toilet, first make sure you have a push broom and then take the old porcelain toilet out and drop it on the driveway. I wish I had a recording so I could watch it in slo-mo. Very satisfying chaos. Shards everywhere.
Wasabi ????????????????
Yeaaaah yarn !
Take care ~~~
You do know Wasabi is not a dog right? He’s a domesticated haggis. Anyone who’s seen them wild in the Highlands will recognise it.
That’s priceless!
I have never taken to kombucha.
When I was growing up my mother had nonexistent refrigerator hygiene and any juice container could contain fermented horrible stuff (think prison pruno). Kombucha has just enough of that flavor to ring all those old bells.
Glad nobody get hit by the exposion can
Wasabi represents the first Tribble to have won a dog show.
Tribble? I always see a self propelled dust mop. Tribble does work though.
Once, when I worked at a school in a neighborhood that was, shall we say, not the best, I had a case of diet sodas in the car. In NC. In May. As I was waiting on the ac to kick in before driving across town in traffic they exploded. I briefly wondered if I had been shot ????
I did the same, except it wasn’t a bad neighborhood. But it was July. In Virginia. With a Costco-sized flat of Coke. Luckily 1) they were in the far back behind high seats and 2) I was stopped at a light. My initial thought was drive-by.
Mine was Dr. Pepper. In Houston. In July. It kept being too hot for me to lug it in to the office. ????
I ferment my own kombucha and have an s-shaped bubble airlock stopper for it. Kombucha all over the inside of the refrigerator is not a fun thing. Lesson learned. Luckily it blew the cork (forcefully) instead of exploding the bottle itself.
My youngest (the chef): Kombucha is easy to make!
Me: No.
It’ll be cheaper!
No.
Why not?
Because your dad tried to make beer.
(calls dad, hears experience)
Well, I’m not dad.
This is dad’s house. If you want to make Kombucha, get your own house.
Now he wants to make jerky. At least it doesn’t explode.
“Now he wants to make jerky. At least it doesn’t explode.”
You’re obviously not trying hard enough. 😉
But if you try hard enough I believe you can acheive “fire” with jerky.
While attending a dog show where another Pekingese was in the group, the dogs were circling the ring. The Peke stopped. The handle encouraged it to move forward. The dog did not move. Finally it started again and there was a large puddle where it had been. No one had even know it was pottying.
When you gotta go, you gotta go. ????????????????????????
Now I’ve got that commercial jingle stuck in my head.
The first time my dog went in a show ring with artificial turf, he forgot all his manners, saw ‘grass’ and peed. And peed. And peed. He’s been out, apparently it was better than the real stuff!
Sending good thoughts your way, I hope the run of bad luck ends soon.
I used to have homemade beaches in a bottle that my friends would give me after visiting a beach. (I didn’t see the ocean in person until my 20s.) My freshman year in college I went home on spring break and when I came back I found a tiny piece of glass across the room, the bottle looking almost normal but a little shorter, AND the bottle empty of water. Saltwater which had then dripped onto my computer…needless to say the computer needed major repairs.
I’m with Gordon. My first reaction would have been which one and what.
I read it wrong the first time. I read “what exploded?” with Gordon saying “the cat”.
My goodness. Surely your family life is in line to be a reality show! With you and Gordon writing the script, it would be a runaway hit. SMH.
It might be a good idea to wear protective clothing around the house. ????
I’m afraid that if I had a stash of objects that were already primed to explode, I’d engage in some impromptu target shooting. Reactive targets are the best!
My husband left a can of Coke in the car during a heat wave that had knocked out power. We were staying at a hotel, I parked in the shadiest spot, where the afternoon sun would not get to the car. When I came out in the morning, I found the can had exploded inside the car. Sticky Coke coated the interior. Awful.
Luckily, I drink sugarless seltzer, but had the opposite problem. I came out and found my rear carpet covered in snow! I looked at the (closed, unbroken) moonroof first, then realized that 1 can of seltzer had frozen and exploded. It was so cold that it produced snow several inches deep on my carpet.
Pekingese wins on the ratio of hair to dog. Thanks for the vid!
I can recommend THIS delightful yarn! It’s called ‘Shot of Unicorn’ and I recently bought some in Florida. I love it!
https://www.etsy.com/listing/521904792/hand-dyed-yarn-dk-weight-yarn-dk-yarn
I love the theory that we have finite amounts of good luck and bad in our lives. I’d gladly spend all my bad luck on exploding kombucha cans if it means my good luck remains for the important stuff like the health and happiness of loved ones.
If nothing else, this theory gives me greater peace of mind when dealing with annoying A/C repair men and that one stoplight that ALWAYS turns red just as I arrive.
Wasabi is a bedroom slipper. The Bernese Mountain Dog should have won. They are the best dogs ever????. I knew Kombucha had to be dangerous, the smell alone is enough to take cause respiratory failure. I hope that your fortunes improve soon.
My favorite!
This is so pretty! Every time I see pictures of yarn on this blog I think of getting interested into knitting and then I remember I live in the middle of the desert and I could never wear anything I knit without dying of heatstroke. 🙁
These colors are so beautiful! Could you please tell me the name of this yarn and who makes it? I would love to get some.
It seems that people who write interesting books need to have interesting lives. 🙂
Hey, maybe the bad smelling kombucha will scare the scorpions away??
Wow! May the streak be ended, now.
Reminds me of the time that some homemade mead we were storing for a friend blew up in a cupboard. The doors blew open just after I walked by. Cleanup was not fun, but it did smell good.
You have such an interesting life, always something going on. My last interesting day like that was a set of wooden shelves shifting and throwing all my home canned fruit across my laundry room floor. Glass and fruit everywhere. I came home from a class at 9 p.m., took one look, shut the door, and went to bed. What ticked me off the most 1. I paid someone to build those shelves and 2. The pickles survived but not the expensive labor intensive fruit! At least it didn’t stink.
Depending upon whether you consider and count the kitten as a disaster you should be at 3 and due for a break. Bright side, it wasn’t all in one day!
????????♀️ I exploded a glass jar of grapefruit kombucha once. We were also lucky that no one was nearby and it was also a mess. I watch them much more carefully as they ferment now!
I’m glad you are all safe!
Can you be allergic to a scorpion the first time you are stung by one? I thought you had to be exposed to something at least once before to develop an allergy to it.
Nope. I’m allergic to bee stings. Found out at age 4-first and last ???? I still remember the trip to the hospital and the stay
In the middle of a relisten to the series. Question for the hive mind, who speaks to her when she’s purifying julies blood? Is it Rowland? How does high find out to send flowers?
I think somewhere it came out that it was Roland who spoke in her mind. Can’t remember what book it was mentioned (maybe the one where they met face-to-face) or if it came out in one of the open chats with Ilona and Gordon.
As for Hugh knowing to send flowers, my first thought was that Jennifer the spy told him, but the flowers came up before Daniel died and Jennifer was approached, so my guess is that Hugh heard about the fight, went to see the flowers, and felt that the magic in them was similar to Roland’s and realized it was Kate. That’s my guess.
an explosion is an exothermic reaction propagating at the speed of sound (gunpowder) A conflagration is an exothermic reaction propagating less than the speed of sound (the whoosh when you light a propane grill).
An exciting topic from chemical engineering.
So you’re saying my brothers don’t have explosive farts but conflagrated farts? That doesn’t sound right. (pun intended)
if you (as my former dormmates demonstrated) light your farts, it is indeed a conflagration, not an explosion. If you can seen the flame front move, probably a conflagration. (and no, alcohol was not involved, just stupidity)
Oh my goodness! So happy the scorpion attack did not end in a very serious issue and no one was injured in the kombucha attack.
Fodder for another book. You write comedy so well.
Buy all the yarn you want, I say. ????
At the Great Lakes Fiber Festival over Memorial Day weekend I petted some of the Laughing Cat Fibers offerings, especially the sparkly ones. They were not scratchy at all, which surprised me. https://shop.laughingcatfibers.xyz/products
It would’ve been great if the scorpions were killed by exploding kombucha. Epic. Maybe better than a video game.
At least it wasn’t a bottle of nuoc mam(vietnamese fish sauce). It’s incredibly tasty in food, but the smell is awful. I dropped and broke a bottle once. My husband was pretty sure we were going to have to move. Or give up and set the house on ????!
I hope that is the last of the minor annoyances for a while. And that you have to deal with no more repair men or deliveries. Unless of course it includes cute animals stealing food again. I still giggle at the racoons!
I really like Dream in Colors yarn, doing my second baby blanket: https://ravel.me/rrawlings/stb
Interesting colors with dimension and cool names, one of my colors I’m using is called Leprechaun Ballet..
Pretty yarns, YAY. Yarns to stroke, yarns to dream over. Ah the pretty pattern books to scan. See that lovely blanket. Oohh, look at the knitted lace comforter. Sweaters, skirts, coats, scarves, socks. So many possibilities.
I’ve almost finished knitting 2 baby blankets with chenille yarns for 2 different friends who are expecting their first babies. Now, if I could just remember which box of reception packed books I put those antique baby pattern books so I can make little hats and coats…..
I’m reminded of the luck bending mechanics in few fictional universes where large bursts of deliberate good luck must be balanced with a run of small crappy events.
Try Hobbii, they’ve got a Sale going until Midnight, just bought myself 11 skeins of super bulky, it’s not been a good week.
Mercury is in retrograde at the moment. This current cycle ends next week. In my home, technology frequently gets sacrificed to whatever force is piloting the planets during this phase. Thanks for your offering of kombucha.
BTW, when I looked at Wasabi, I saw a walking Tribble. Thanks so much for the laugh.
My friends always tell me that If I wrote the stuff that happens to me no one would believe it because it’s so crazy. So, many years ago my mom decided to make home made root beer. Her father always brewed his own bock beer and she figure it wouldn’t be too difficult to modify his recipe to root beer. She ended up with four dozen bottle fermenting on the kitchen counter. One night we were all sitting in the living room and heard this rattle coming from the kitchen. The first thought was that one of the cats was on the counter knocking into the bottle. As my dad yelled at the cats, I pointed out that both of them were sleeping on the sofa. Then it was decided that the German Shepherd had to be the culprit but when called she can out of the bedroom. The rattling was getting more intense and so my sister looked into the kitchen. She immediately froze and barely managed to croak out calling my mom. My mom ran to the kitchen door looked in and yelled for my dad who had already jumped up. He took one look in grabbed both the them yelling for everyone to get away as he dragged them to cover. Seconds latter bottle after bottle started exploding until there wasn’t a single one left standing. These were very heavy bottles with the stoppers that had the metal hinge bracket so they not only self destructed but the flying debris broke a large window above the counter, cracked the glass door on the oven and broke the ceiling light fixture. The entire room, walls, floor and ceiling was completely coated in root beer with glass shards imbedded in various surfaces. It literally looked like a bomb went off. That was the most expensive root beer ever. The window pane had to be replaced, we had to get a new oven door, replace the light fixture, everything in the room had to be repainted after being scrubbed down multiple time. The window curtains even had to go because they were shredded by the flying glass. We ended up repainting the kitchen every few years because the dark brown stains from the root beer kept bleeding through. After that all happened if you rattled any dishes the dog and the cars world go running, the poor things were completely traumatized. Needless to say my mom never attempted to make root beer again. My other comment is that as a Peke lover they are the best, hairy, snotty, wheezy, snoring, fussy, demanding lovable little smushed faced monkeys. My latest Peke passed last fall and I miss her something fierce. They are the most high maintenance dog you can ever own but when they look up at you with their sparkling eyes, with their tongue hanging out, your heart just melts for the little fur balls. I currently have a Shih Tzu along with several other dogs and as much as I love him, he doesn’t come close to a Peke and I can’t wait until I can have another of the little lion dogs in my life bossing me around.
Yes. Pretty yarn. The fixer of all things.
I read a comment after the peke won the dog show – I wish I could find it again so I can attribute it to the correct person, but it said something like: Apparently the Westminster Dog Show was won by a fishing lure. It made me giggle.
Mercury goes out of retrograde on June 22. All will return to normal.
Oh good, just in time for Kupala night ????
My first experience with kambucha was when I won a fund raising basket of treats. Neither I nor the parent holding the basket for me knew anything about the drink. She kept the basket in her warm hallway. She did not know why the glass bottle kept exploding. And I did not know why it smelled funky.
Thank you for the Sandra snippet. It has been a hard week for our family, too.
Bwah ha ha ha. Thank you, Ilona Andrews for the post. Been there done that with glass canning jars of something Mother canned. Easier to clean up and less expensive than when she shorted out microwaves every 3 months by putting metal in.
Look at it this way…. You are alive and living in interesting times.
And here I was thinking that knocking down my old desk and putting the new one together today was a serious adventure!
This is hysterical! I am glad nobody was hurt this time. I hope you make the kid do the cleanup.
Just came back from South Dakota and brought back for my knitting friend some bison yarn. Wasn’t needed, but it’s always wanted????????????.
I think you have covered the trouble comes in threes rule
I can commiserate! I forgot a couple bottles of homemade root beer sitting in the back of the fridge. They continue to carbonate even refrigerated although it’s very slow. So they’d been there a long time and really, the caps should have just popped. But nooooo, a bottle exploded leaving glass shards all over the fridge. At least it smelled pretty good! Lol. It was my last venture into root beer manufacturing.
I have a wonderful story about Uncle Vic, an elder brother of an elder uncle who has long since passed. He was a vigorous young man during Prohibition. Who was given to understand that dropping a single aspirin in each bottle of homemade beer would speed up the fermentation process. Apparently, this was true. One bottle in the hidden storage shed exploded. Then another. And another. It was, in the end, the talk of the neighborhood for months.
Such was life in Bayou St. John in New Orleans in the early 30s.
A friend tried to make blueberry mead. He had successfully made a basic mead before and thought he’d experiment with different fruit in his mead. Apparently, the fermentation was a bit more vigorous and the container exploded. He and his girlfriend game home to a white kitchen covered in blueberry mead from floor to ceiling.
Though Wasabi is as cute as a bug in a rug (that’s a southern saying y’all) if strutting his stuff is his best life, I am sorry Wasabi. Your best life should be sitting in a blow up kiddie pool with the doggie friend of your choice eating treats. Not looking like a displaced space alien walking across the lawn. RUN away and do so quickly to safety or hopefully big fun.
Is it bad that the first thing I thought after seeing the dog and you saying you need yarn is that somewhere out there someone probably made dog hair yarn. Then of course I looked it up. Apparently it’s called Chiengora and is, of course, a thing.
I think I could turn the fluff shed from my dog into thread. It has a good length and isn’t completely straight, but it is gray/black not white.
That just means you could make a nice greyscale yarn out of it!
That fur is insane. When you see a still of him, he looks like an odd fluffy, boxy throw pillow.
I don’t think I understand showing dogs or any animal for that matter.
I love the fluff. I have a keeshond. Fluff is part of my life.
Man, you cannot make this stuff up????.
Well, maybe you guys can. But still. This is amazing.
Once I heard a huge boom and the whole house shook. We had three cats at the time and my first instinct was that one of them had managed to pull down a whole bookcase on themselves or something equally horrible. Two of the cats had been in the family room with me, so we all trouped into the study and there was the third cat, unhurt and looking freaked out. Interestingly, the other cats smelled him all over to make sure he was okay, then all three of them promptly lost interest.
The whole study had what looked like smoke. I thought, “The furnace has exploded!”
It was not smoke. It was brick dust. Then I noticed the bottom of the wall showed the ground OUTSIDE my house. A car had plowed into my house.
We live on a corner, but the house is up an incline and pretty far back from the road, so this seemed unlikely, but the law of large numbers implies that if something isn’t impossible, eventually it could happen.
It was a huge hassle and the homeowners insurance hired a guy that evidently never worked on a house before, but EVENTUALLY it was all fixed as good as new. It took almost the whole year (the accident was in January).
So, the next January, my husband and I are watching TV and there was a huge noise and the house shook. I looked at my husband and said, “What was THAT?”
He said, “I don’t know,” as he was heading into the foyer to look out the window in the front door. Then there was cussing. A lot of cussing.
“I don’t blankety-blank BELIEVE it! They have hit our house AGAIN!”
Yep, they sure had. It looked as if they had tried to park on our front porch. Our house is a huge Victorian that is more than 100 years old and it wasn’t until we got it that it got hit by a car— twice in about one year.
We live in a small town, so all the same police and fire people showed up. My husband went out to talk to them and you could tell that they were trying hard not to laugh. My husband said, “Welcome to the yearly house ramming,” and they all lost it.
Oh well, it all got fixed as good as new and that was about 15 years ago. So far, no more cars have hit us. But fingers crossed!
That’s when you invest in lovely decorative boulders.
This stuff always happens in threes, so don’t relax yet
See this is why I don’t understand why the majority of the country went crazy with boredom during the lockdown, there is plenty of excitement in the home. Messed up AC, floods, ice storms, dogs walking on frozen swimming pools with the potential of falling through and drowning, scorpion bites, and exploding kombucha cans. Lets not forget the cat vomit. Isn’t this all better then going out in to hellish commuter traffic and dealing with people shooting at folks on the road, in restaurants, in grocery stores, and graduation parties?
This almost seems like a PSA: “Don’t leave kombucha lying around, it could be deadly!”
Looked up kombucha on Wikipedia. Nothing in the health benefits/hazards section mentions possibility of explosive shrapnel. I think they need to update.
Oh my! You need to come to New Orleans to get some Gris Gis or something! LOL. At least Wasabe is eating Filet, last I heard. And yeah, the hair.( Better than mine right now) Dare I say Happy Father’s Day to Mr. Gordon?
Damn, I thought I was the only one that still goes back to MM6. 3 sorcerers and a cleric, Town Portal, Lloyd’s Beacon and super cheap healing/mana renewal in New Sorpigal ftw.
I remember bottles of home-made ginger beer exploding in the garage, when I was a kid.
I just reread iron and magic, it’s still wonderful. I look forward to the next.
Somehow Wasabi is how I imagine Dina’s dog, Beast in the Inkeeper Chronicles.