My wife seems to be performing science experiments using oatmeal. Or at least, that is how I am going to think about it for the next couple of minutes.
A few years ago, a friend of my wife taught her the trick of putting oatmeal in those travel coffee mugs (gee, thanks Th.). Which by itself is ok, provided that the oatmeal gets eaten and the mug brought in the house in a timely manner.
Unfortunately, my wife tends to be busy, so there is always that one cup of oatmeal that did not get eaten every week that sits in the car for days on end...until you can hold the mug upside down and oatmeal and spoon remain in the cup.
My theory is that this is a psychological science experiment going on and that I am the lab rat. After all, I get to clean up this mess. There has been a couple of occasions where I have put water in the mugs, came back a hour later, and witnessed obvious fermentation occuring. Oatmeal beer anyone?
Don't get me wrong---I love my wife. But I do not think that she should be performing experiments with oatmeal. If I am not allowed to have a physical alchemy lab, then she should not be allowed to perform experiments on her husband's tolerance threshold limits using breakfast foods.
And then there was today...for some reason, she thought it was a good idea to pour the oatmeal into her purse. (Ok, I know it was an accident...I hope...I haven't talked to her about it yet.) I think that we hit my threshold---I refuse to clean the oatmeal off the remaining checks and notebooks. She can get herself another lab rat or monkey.
As always, you can leave comments pointing out how heartless I am in the comment sections. But please, do not leave her any encouragement to continue this weird experiment...think of me, the poor lab monkey who has to clean this stuff up.