Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Day a Hot Pocket Saved My Life

There I was, on the brink of popsiclization.

I had just run 7 miles in our brutal, but beautiful Spring temperatures of 30 degrees and was now waiting for the bus. Psh! And they call this Spring?!

 Spandex and other such breathable fabrics are not a choice favorite under these particular types of weather conditions.

THEN, my sister - with whom I was talking on the phone - had the brilliant plan of buying something "heat up-able" from a nearby vending machine and heating it up in a nearby microwave. So I did. The least caloric (you know me) thing was a egg and sausage HotPocket, which I bought, heated up, and used as a hand warmer while I waited for the bus. Warmth was restored and goosebumps were reduced...till hunger overcame me. Then I was warm from the inside for about...2 minutes. Then the bitterly freezing winds picked up and I was freezing, yet again. But hey, I will never look at a box of Hot Pockets in quite the same way.

...I feel like this would make a really great episode of "I Shouldn't Be Alive".


lizbiz said...

Hahahaha! I think I actually laughed out loud at this. Mostly because I've seen quite a few episodes of "I Shouldn't Be Alive" and that stuff is intense.

lovinlife said...

Hee, hee. Thank heavens for the University of Utah's Institute... and that you didn't use the other recommendation of finding a really desperate guy to cuddle with. Bleh. :)