The Spectacularly Unbelievably Amazingly Cool Present
After a lead in like that, you are bound to be disappointed, and I have to admit that it was a little anti-climactic.
See, I started planning in November, and I dreamed about it and dreamed about it all through December when I finally put it together on Christmas Eve and... nothing. I just happened to forget about a few key properties of the great cool thing I was wrapping. That cool thing being dry ice.
Like for instance that you can't handle it with bare hands.
Or that it should be kept in a well ventilated place.
Or that in order for it to "smoke" it has to have water in it.
(Now at this point you should say "Water doesn't work very well in a well ventilated container that may be shaken and turned upside down as Christmas gifts frequently are." And this is what I should have said, too. But alas, it was not to be.)
And I also happened to forget the great physical truth that cold air does not rise.
So while visions of a huge smoking package danced in my head, the dry ice, wrapped in wet paper towels and placed loosely in plastic bags and placed precariously in a package that could not be shaken or rocked, thought breifly about sublimation and then went back to sleep.
Oh well.
I guess my brother's expression when I handed him a heavy work glove to open his present was worth while.
Oh yeah, and I think he liked the sweater I gave him, too.
See, I started planning in November, and I dreamed about it and dreamed about it all through December when I finally put it together on Christmas Eve and... nothing. I just happened to forget about a few key properties of the great cool thing I was wrapping. That cool thing being dry ice.
Like for instance that you can't handle it with bare hands.
Or that it should be kept in a well ventilated place.
Or that in order for it to "smoke" it has to have water in it.
(Now at this point you should say "Water doesn't work very well in a well ventilated container that may be shaken and turned upside down as Christmas gifts frequently are." And this is what I should have said, too. But alas, it was not to be.)
And I also happened to forget the great physical truth that cold air does not rise.
So while visions of a huge smoking package danced in my head, the dry ice, wrapped in wet paper towels and placed loosely in plastic bags and placed precariously in a package that could not be shaken or rocked, thought breifly about sublimation and then went back to sleep.
Oh well.
I guess my brother's expression when I handed him a heavy work glove to open his present was worth while.
Oh yeah, and I think he liked the sweater I gave him, too.
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