Sock It To Me

I didn't want my obituary to read "he died in a bizarre footwear incident." Damn if it didn't almost.

Let me preface this by saying all parties involved were clothed.

It is winter still, and yes it can get cold. But die Bücherstutze still likes being barefoot, as she was last night while working on the laptop while sitting on the bed. Coming over to her with the laundry I was folding, I placed a hand on one of her feet and apparently, I had nice warm hands. So after a little footrub to help warm the tootsies, I suggested a pair of socks from the basket.

I was about to pop one on her foot when I stopped and decided to pre-warm the sock by breathing into it. I know you've all done this with gloves - so have I. But never before with a sock. Never again.

Big hot breath into the sock, wind up for the second with a quick inhale and apparently I pulled a sock fuzzy right into my windpipe. Gak. Hork. Uh oh. Not good.

Took about 5 minutes trying to clear it before I could catch a breath. Kinda scary. A lot stupid. Embarrasing yes, but my first words once the tears cleared: "boy this will make a heck of a blog entry"