Enrobement

 

Want to read what all the cool kids are reading?  I know, right?  You so do.  Seriously, though … a local 8th-grade English class has been reading Fightball: Dying of Suck, and the student reviews are starting to come in.  People, 8th-graders kick ass.

More on that to come.  Promise.

That awesomeness aside, it’s been one of those weeks.  I won’t bore you with the details, except to share there was a feverish stretch in which I took the delusional time to work out the complications inherent in my genius plan to make a healing garment of microwave-warmed tortillas.  Like a onesie … but fashioned out of warm soft tortillas.

It still sounds pretty good, actually.

So we’ll call this a placeholder while I’m off pursuing tortilla-enrobement.

Me

 

12 thoughts on “Enrobement”

  1. I would wear that robe.
    Then I would eat it.

    then i’d be cold and naked, but full.

    But probably, also, mostly happy. Because Food.

    Just make sure you come back.

    1. Working out the specs for the electrical system that will keep the garment soft and pliable so one might remain burrito-wrapped until the illness passes.

      I’ll keep you posted.

  3. Mmmmmmmmm. Burrito-warm comfyness. I think you might be on to something. Between the no electricity thing for one very long, cold day/night and the subsequent “Please, don’t tell me I caught the plague” I’d like to place my order now. I’d like mine to have a hood, if possible.

    And now. I’m craving quesadillas.

    1. Smart 8th graders are EVERYTHING.

      The thought that these are the people who will be running the world in the very near future … it gives me hope.

      It really does.

    1. I am feeling better, but I am not yet completely recovered.

      Stupid flu shot with its less than all-encompassing protection.

      cough cough cough cough cough

      Sigh.

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