P365 Day 173: Ratchet things up a bit

This afternoon, I heard furious banging in my kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Paul shaking the crap out of something. Over and over again. I wandered his way. There were paper towels spread out, covered in ratchet sockets. He was holding a blue box over the sink. It was sloshing.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked. Truthfully, I knew I probably didn't want to know.

"Oh, the ratchet set fell in the washing machine ..." he replied.

"And you didn't hear it?"

"Well ... no. I mean, it fell in a couple of days ago and I forgot it was in there."

So our clothes got washed with our (new, used once) ratchet set. The sockets, obviously, have dried out. The driver (is that what it's called?) hasn't. And the nice little carrying case? Well, I'm not sure we'll ever manage to shake all the water out of there.

Yes, my professor is a little absentminded.

Exhibit B: We were watching TV tonight when a Korbel "toast life" commercial came on. "Man, we still don't have any plans for tomorrow night," I lamented.

"What's tomorrow night?" he replied.

Happy New Year's to me, right?