Because I got high...

I cloth diaper. You knew that right?

So, the covers for my cloth diapers had been failing me to an astonishing degree. It's been bad. So, I did some research and realized that I needed to re-waterproof them. I grabbed some spray (two cans) from the shoe depot. I was armed and ready.

Today, I opened up the windows, and started spraying.

Well. The can says to make sure it's well-ventilated where ere you spray. Hence the open windows, right?

Right.

So, I had twelve covers that needed refurbishing. I was spraying and spraying and spraying. It was going well. Really it was.

I moved on to the second can and was happily spraying all my covers when I accidentally sprayed my hand. "Whoops!" I said. Then a moment later, again, I got my hand. "I should have worn gloves," I said.

Third time, a big whoops. Suddenly, I thought to myself, "I wonder what would happen if I sprayed my ENTIRE hand with waterproofing spray? Wouldn't that be rad? I could wash my hands without them getting wet!"

You guys, I am NOT making this up. I was thinking this, without any kind of rational interruptions to the process.

Then I was like, "I wonder if I'll have enough spray to try it."

Then I realized, "Wait, remember that guy that covered himself in deodorant and died because he couldn't sweat? What if I died because my hand couldn't breathe?"

And finally, my brain took over and said, "MORGAN! PUT DOWN THE AEROSOL AND STEP OUTSIDE!"

Phew. Luckily, I listened to my brain, because I was seriously treading into dangerous territory. Could you imagine THAT trip to the ER? "See Doctor, I got a little buzzed and then decided to WATERPROOF MY HANDS."

Bad news.

The good news is I think I have returned to my normal faculties... I think... or maybe it's just that I ran out of waterproofing spray... who knows?