04/29/2026
My fellow dullsters. As a man of integrity I must speak the truth. I regret to inform you I in fact did *not* have a dull day today. I encourage you to read on.
*Story time*
Today started like any other Sunday. Alarm > wake > wash > coffee. However I decided I would splurge and go to a local coffee shop today. As I entered my truck and pressed the ignition *click* nothing. Hmmm must’ve been a fluke. Press again *click* and my dashboard proceeds to light up like the Griswolds home on Christmas.
I sit puzzled. (I drove the truck home from shift a mere 7 hours before this) alas, the show must go on. I grab the wife’s keys head to the auto parts store and purchase a OBD scanner. The excitement of a new tool and the frustration of my truck as a paper weight floated through my head.
I return home, anticipation building, plug it in anddddd it reads “no engine codes detected”. I hastily return to the auto parts store for them to tell me I may have a battery issue based off my symptoms and the OBD scanner I purchased does not read anything to do with the battery.
I return home, broken but not defeated. I decide to try a trusty trickle charger. After waiting what felt like an eternity (a couple hours) to see what my fate may be, I get back in the truck. Wipe the sweat off my brow. “This is the moment we’ve been waiting for!” Press the break, press the ignition…. *click*
My frustration grew as I get back in my wife’s car for the second time and head back to the store. In defeat, I ask what a new battery costs. After having a small heart attack, I agree, make the purchase and off I go.
After a 15 minute maintenance session, the battery was replaced successfully. I hop back in the truck, sweat dripping from my face. It’s go time. At this point the frustration of the truck but the excitement of seeing if I fixed the issue we’re battling for the top spot in my dull head.
Alas! It turned over, and she runs like a beaut!
As I run in to tell my wife the exciting news, she congratulates me and asks me for a hand in making dinner. I agree and start my sous-chef duties. My wife is following an online recipe for potato soup. 🥔🥣 As the soup is boiling to soften the taters, my wife scoops some out and puts it in our blender jar. Remembering something from the days of Jr. High science class I ask “Won’t that be too hot to put in glass?” She acknowledges but says the recipe says to blend some of the soup as you’re making it, to re add it and thicken up the soup. I blindly agree “That makes sense” 🤦🏼‍♂️. As I turn to continue my duties, I hear the blender turn on, then….BOOM! 💥
Before having anytime to react, glass and boiling soup EXPLODES all over the kitchen, myself and my wife!
I got lucky and was wearing a hoodie so I was shielded from most of the molten potatoes. I immediately look at my wife and ask her if she is okay. She’s tougher than nails, but I can see the tears starting to build. She races to the kitchen sink and I see nothing but steam and blood coming off her arms. I immediately apply a towel and pressure to her arms and get them under cold water.
I immediately grab my phone to call 911 but she tells me to wait. She assesses her injuries and decides she would rather us just drive to the emergency room (again, tough as nails).
5 hours in an emergency room, a couple stitches and some burn cream later we are finally back home. Now to clean up this mess.
Moral of the story dullsters - If you have a gut feeling something is wrong, don’t be afraid to step up and correct it before it goes bad. I should’ve stopped my wife from blending boiling soup, and I’m very thankful she wasn’t hurt worse than she was.
If you read this whole thing I appreciate you and hope it saves you from ever having to face air borne molten potato soup.
