let me break it down for you:

It all started last night when genius (me) decided to make dinner. Genius person puts lidded saucepan into oven to bake whats inside. 3 gimlets later drunken genius takes previously typed of saucepan out of oven. 4 gimlets later fuckhole genius decides to remove lid from saucepan which had been in the oven for 4000 minutes WITH HER BARE HANDS.

All I can say to describe it is this: grab, sizzle, stick, rip off.

the burn hurt like no other. To curb the pain, I rotated the frozen edamame , the blue gel pack thingys,  frozen chicken breasts… the husband was feeling pretty bad to I sent him to the store to get me the neosporin PLUS pain relief to take the edge off. Guy comes back with Ben fucking Gay. Yes, BENGAY, the WARMING stinging sore muscle shit. I was like, you have got to be kidding…

Anycrispyfinger, I managed to suffer through it and later on in the evening managed to trip over a kernel of uncooked popcorn(?) and fall flat on my ass. God I love life. I couldn’t even make it through Saturday night live without nearly breaking my neck…I should seriously rethink my life. It’s apparently a hazzard.

Conversation over dinner:

me: “I am such an idiot. What was I thinking grabbing that lid bare handed”

he: “remember that one time when you fell in that fire”

….which is also very sad, and also true.

Short story shorter:

we went camping. I was a little drunk (surprise surprise). Rather large fire pit was very on fire and I went up hill to search for more wood. I trip (this is not a new thing for me). I roll down hill. I land IN the fire pit and end up with 3rd degree burns on my right arm. All I can say about that, is that I am glad I caught myself and it was only my arm. If I had just one more shot of vodka, it may have well been my entire body.

Oddly enough, it didn’t hurt right away but I did go into shock. Poor husband was scraping off what he thought was dirt, only to realize it was my charred flesh…

Oh well. At least it healed well. It is barely noticeable and I do consider myself lucky for not landing on my face.

I should go back to bed and stay there. Where it is padded, and safe.

Happy Sunday. I will be the death of me, just you wait.

xx

Charro