I’m sitting at work and hear my phone go off with a text message.
I pick it up, flip open the phone and see it’s from the boyfriend. He normally texts me a few times a day, saying boring, random things that I sometimes just ignore cuz it isn’t worth the future arthritis I shall have in my thumb joints.
Today was a different story though.
I chose to ‘Read’ the text message and this is what it said:
“I wanted to warm the peanut butter so I nuked it for 20 seconds. Set it on fire. All is well now.”
When I returned home, he showed me the charred remains of the peanut butter jar and shared with me his dilemma of deciding whether or not he could still eat the peanut butter.
Turns out, he went down the non-peanut butter road.
How does one set peanut butter on fire in the microwave? Who knows. Probably the same way my dad set a potato on fire in there once.
Men + microwaves = get the hell out of the kitchen.