the last few consecutive nights, something rather peculiar has been added to my bedtime routine - something i think needs remedying. last night, for example...
10:00 pm, and my eyes were definitely ready to turn the lights out! in fact, they were closing on their own - mascara, contact lenses and all. so i jumped into my newly washed pj's (mmmm, dryer-warmed clothing!), washed my face, brushed my teeth, read my scriptures and prayed, and meandered into the kitchen for a bedtime glass of water. with me, i brought my bright blue heating-pack (natalie's actually, mine are both too ragged). while drinking my glass of water, i waited for the pack to warm up in the microwave. {*note: during the winter in provo, there is simply no sleeping without a heating-pack for me. i get too cold! especially my feet; they freeze, the poor things! no matter how many blankets, i simply can't sleep without warmth radiating from something other than my own limbs.}
the pack draped across my shoulders, i headed back to my room. i pulled down the covers. my feet slipped to the end of of the bed. the first thought in my head was
BUGS! i gasped and quickly retracted my feet.
wait... not bugs,
RICE. that's right. rice!
this bright blue heating-pack is filled with nothing other than
rice (and lavender, of course, which makes it smell incredible).
normally, this wouldn't be a problem. but
last winter, our situation was far from normal - me and this rice-pack. our microwave was possessed. well... maybe not quite. but either that or just down-right dangerous. anything you put into the microwave came out with a black hole burnt into it. popcorn, potatoes, my roommate's glass dishes - you name it, it came out of the microwave with a hole. well, or broken in half, but that's another story.
so this rice pack has a hole in it. small, but still enough for little grains of rice to escape down by my feet as i'm falling asleep. and yes, they feel like bugs.
time for a new heating-pack?
i think so!
but until i have a chance to pull out my sewing machine, i might just have to deal with a little bit of rice at the end of my bed. after all, no one likes to sleep with freezing toes!
