Rice argument

Molly and I were arguing about how much water to put into brown rice today and I was starting to get kind of annoyed because I have a really certain ratio that I have always used and it always turns out nice and tender. Anyhow I had my hands on my hips while she was trying to make her case and all of a sudden my shorts fell down. I had them tied and everything, but they just fell right to the ground. It was like somebody pantsed me from behind, but no one was there. Maybe the elastic snapped, I had that happen once in this pair of shorts that I coded in for most of last summer. Anyhow, since my shorts fell down she kind of won the argument by default and I let her cook the brown rice the way she wanted.