Check out what my klutzy self did the other day:
Burned my arm... if you look closely, you can see the blistering around the edges… yup, that’s a nice second-degree-er right there. I made dinner the other night in a stainless steel pan – you can use it on the stove OR in the oven, and it had been in a 400-degree oven for about a half hour. I then CAREFULLY removed it with a heavy oven mitt and set it on the stove. I’m always SO careful around hot ovens and hot stoves. So very, very careful. But I had to sauté some garlic to toss with a bowl of broccoli, so I reached over the (extremely hot) stainless steel pan to turn the burner on, temporarily forgetting that the ENTIRE PAN (including the handle) had just come out of the oven. And my arm was just kind of resting on that handle for a second or so –or specifically, however long it takes the signal for “your arm is really, really hurting right now” to travel up your nerves to your brain. Ouch…
And I could swear that ERIC used to be the really klutzy one in the family. He was the one who broke his thumb playing with a Nerf ball – I mean, c’mon… you HAVE to be a klutz to break your thumb while you’re playing with a Nerf ball, right? But lately, I seem to be surpassing Eric’s penchant for klutziness with my ability to continually bump my arms into the doorknob in the bathroom, or to bump my elbow on the dryer door (which I did today), or hit myself in the face with the pantry door (yeah, don’t even ask how I managed that one… I’m just glad it didn’t result in any visible bruises), or burn myself on a pan that I KNEW was really, really hot. Yep, I’m a little bit crazy…
Oh, and in case anyone was wondering – we STILL don’t know about Chicago… sigh…
4 comments:
OUCH!!
i think it looks like an injury suffered during a domestic incident. it's a good thing texas law allows for violence against women. if you need a good detective don't ask for one from chicago anymore. that division went down the tubes since the transfer. i hear in northwest nj there is an awesome detective. please be careful around the stove. oh and it was the wrapper around the football that caused eric to break his thumb. what a tall klutz
njhousecat09
What a great excuse to eat out. The only reason I have a kitchen in my house is because it came with the house. :)
That's true -- my kitchen is obviously a dangerous and hostile place... better play it safe and let OTHER people do all the cooking... :)
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