Seth Kinast’s Blog

Disgusting.

I was lying on my bed talking to Kristen when I shifted to nudge my reading pillow out of bed. I suppose that it was miffed that I would shun it so lightly, so it jumped up and attacked my Cherry Coke cup. Blooosh. 44 ounces of Cherry Coke, allllll over the rug. All over everything, in fact. The explosion wasn’t as spectacular as I would have expected for 44 ounces, but it managed to get a lot of things wet. Everything important was saved, thankfully, but the rug was just drenched.

I brought in an armload of paper towels, but it would have taken all night to dry the rug out and it would have been sticky. So off to the bathroom I went with the rug, holding it in the shower to rinse and then washing it in a bathtub. I started to get pretty wet and sticky myself, so I just stripped down to shorts and jumped in the shower with the rug. It’s clean— but wet— and hopefully it’ll be dry by morning. It got so heavy while wet; was like wrestling with a big green wet smelly monster, such as a dragon. Ergo, I dubbed it Rug Dragon. And I vanquished the Rug Dragon. I think.