Let me tell you about my day yesterday. It was full of “P” and a bit of vinegar.
Reiner took the day off to recover from a 24-hour bug. Of course, being sick didn’t stop him from poking around the house and getting himself into mischief.
First order of business: transfer silver nitrate into a tinted glass jar. Apparently the stuff deteriorates in light and needs proper storage. AgNO3 is a chemical compound used in photography, medicine, and industrial applications such as silver plating. Reiner uses it to test the composition of mineral specimens.
Problem was, he had more content than container and had to abandon the project. Not, however, before he managed to stain every surface in the kitchen. Purple streaks everywhere. And I mean EVERYwhere. The nice white acrylic sink? Purple. The white ceramic counter top: ditto.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It will wash off. Eventually.”
As the day progressed and surfaces were exposed to light, we found more stains. We hiked to the coffee shop. Reiner held out his hands in dismay. His fingers were stained black – the same grotesque black of the harmless gag soap advertised in comic books.
I found myself surprisingly unmoved by this escapade. As with the dust from the wallpapering project, I couldn’t summon the piss and vinegar. It’s not so much that I wanted to be angry, I couldn’t see the point. Besides, he was already suffering. Hubby is fastidious about his appearance. The purple-black stains are punishment enough.
I had the last laugh, though. While preparing for bed, he hollered from the bathroom, “What the hell?”
“What?!” I asked.
He came into the room and showed me a purple thumbprint. On his… um. You know. Pee-pee.
Tags: Silver Nitrate