Earlier this week at work, I received the coolest gift from a coworker.  Well, not cool, more like hot.  Hot like lava hot.  Yes indeedly do, my very own mini lava lamp.

Actual footage of the lava lamp heating up.

I thought all was going well.  The lamp was a lavaing.  I was a enjoying.  Coworkers were a wondering.  Plus, anytime I was stuck, I would glare into the lamp of lava and answers did not arrive, but it certainly was fun to view.

Yep, all seemed to be going well, until I glanced down at my socks.  First, don’t ask why I could see my socks at work.  It really doesn’t matter much, I’m happy, and no one is getting hurt, so move on.  Move on to Number Two and since I don’t recall Number Two, I shall focus once again upon my socks.

I glanced down at my socks and there on the bottom looks like a hole suspiciously like it was burned in the bottom of my sock.  A full blown sock mystery, until I glanced at the lava lamp.  I guess one should not warm their feet by their desktop lava lamp.  This should really be noted in the Manufacturer’s Guidelines, just sayin’.

Sad, just plain sad.  Not even lava is gonna mend these bad boys.  Believe me, I’ve tried.