The Great Exploding Coffee Pot Caper
Legal Disclaimer: For purposes of full disclosure, I include this story. No animals were harmed in the writing of this entry, unless you consider a coffee bean to be an animal, in which case either you are insane or an animal was ground up and boiled. So I finished mumbling through Morning Prayer this morning in the Westcott Chapel and went to the refectory for breakfast. (Personally, I am convinced that if we are made in the likeness and image of God, then God is not, in fact, awake at 7:40, but that is neither here nor there.) I know most of my Seaburian readers will find my eating breakfast bizarre since I rarely ever eat breakfast. But Tuesday is hot breakfast day, and you have to eat the beans, fried bread, mushrooms, and other completely and utterly bizarre unique things included in an English Full Monty breakfast because lunch on Tuesday is usually a bowl of hot water soup. Thus, you have to fill up on breakfast or you will be hungry again by 1:30. The one brilliant thing abou...