The economy has clearly gone down the shitter this year because I have not gained any weight due to the over indulgence of chocolate and cookie eating thanks to our many suppliers who gift us with baskets every year. Why have I not gained any weight you ask? Well because we have only received ONE basket. Either everyone is late in thanking us for business or everyone hates us, and with the lack of Christmas cards I have personally received this year, I’m pretty sure that is the case. Talk about a year of Hate. It goes both ways.
So last night I treated my dear cousin to a home made dinner while she treated me to some Little House on the Prairie. See I told you she would bring it. It felt like dinner took me forever to make, but really it was only an hour. The sausages always take longer then I expect. Elise and I both feel the same way about Italian Sausages in that we hate them, unless that are in a bun. (Insert Bum Sex Joke Here) However, with my magical new Sausage recipe (that converted me from a sausage hater to a sausage lover) I was also able to convert Elise. See, magical.
Now, you see, with this sausage recipe, I needed to partially cook the sausages in the oven in a baking dish with a lid. So once it was done I took it out of the oven, removed the lid, dished out the goods and then went back to replace the lid to keep Chads sausages warm. Only problem was, my brain wasn’t working and I reached for the lid with out an oven mitt on. I picked it up and held it trying to figure out what sensation was coming from the tips of my fingers to my brain. Oh, wait, I know what that sensation is…BURNING. After a minute of holding the frickin burning lid I realized what was going on but couldn’t just drop it because it was glass and I didn’t want to break it so I gently placed it down, allowing for more burning damage to occur to my finger. For the LOVE OF JESUS. My thumb was a little damaged by my right index finger was about to fall off. I have never experienced a burn that bad in my life. I iced it right away and held it there for quite some time (which made eating very awkward). Every time I attempted to not ice my finger I would explode in pain. Like it felt like my hand was ACTUALLY on fire.
Ugh. WHY AM I SO STUPID!? I am going to have no fingers left by the time I die. I mean how many accidents have I had this year alone!?
Anyways, I was stuborn and wouldn’t let anyone help me finish my chores so I washed the dishes, had a shower, cleaned up, AND ironed Chads pants all with one hand on fire.
I am seriously the stupidest person on earth.
on December 17th, 2009 at 6:45 pm
Oww that’s crazy Smelly stop doing that! We have to sew oven mittens on strings for you now.
on December 17th, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Not stupid… just a crazy work-and-cook-a-holic. ;)
on December 17th, 2009 at 10:46 pm
Oh…. I love little house on the prairie! Amanda always made fun of me for watching it when we were younger.
I hope you fingers are okay!
on December 18th, 2009 at 8:05 am
Ha, my mom burns her hand in the kitchen so often that me and my brother have a weekly chart to keep track of it!!
You’d think after the 3rd time she would learn.
on December 18th, 2009 at 2:03 pm
I agree with phx, not stupid! You just do so much you are bound to get hurt!!
on December 18th, 2009 at 2:45 pm
Hey, I’ve done that a few times. LOL
on December 18th, 2009 at 3:22 pm
well that is dedication doing all that work after burning yourself!!
on December 18th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
Did the radio active cocktail decrease your ability to feel pain? Ouch
on December 18th, 2009 at 3:41 pm
Ha, Stacey, I WISH!