Some Like It Hot!

Someone needs to take my adult badge away...

This is the second time I have burned myself this week. 

The first time, I was melting wax on my stove to use while felting and I accidentally placed my hand on the element. I think I should get a pass on that one, because I have one of those flat top stoves and when the element area is being lazy, it's black (instead of glowing red) like the rest of stove top (Wow, that comes off as really racist upon reading it aloud).

Tonight's burning really is putting me in the realms of, "You can't use the stove any more."

I was innocently heating up a tortilla to make another pulled pork soft taco to eat while watching "We Are The Millers" and the tortilla, which I had just placed in the pan that had been sitting over heat for a few minutes, wasn't particularly warm when I touched it, so I lifted it up and put the back of my fingers directly on the pan... that had been sitting on the heat for a few minutes. As you might expect, which somehow I didn't, it was hot. Very fucking hot. I will need adult supervision until further notice.

New Things I Learned This Week- Episode 3

I haven't learned all that much this week because I am doing the vacationing thing, but I have made quite a few observations, like this ad I found in the back of a health food store's wellness magazine:

The disturbing part here is the wine offering. As I tweeted:

I did learn, however a terrible terrible lesson last night, while getting up in the middle of the night at my friend's house to pee:

Honestly, electrical plugs are like the bachelor's Lego. I feel it is my duty to warn everyone now. DON'T STEP ON THEM.  It is highly unpleasant. 

And finally, a culinary observation: 

Ow.

This post is brought to you by my migraine. It's a grumpy post.


This is what I have:

This, is what I want:

Only quiet, with no sounds of humming computers, or TVs, or friggen birds, or traffic, or people breathing... 

and sleep... I'd like some sleep too... 

I'll let you know if I have super strength tomorrow...

I went to the doctor today because I put on my shoe and then my toe hurt, and then, when I took off my shoe, there was a big red unhappy bump on it with two little holes (that apparently only I can see), and my toe was swollen.
I showed the doctor and he tried to convince me it was just a tiny thorn that had attacked my foot and NOT a giant black widow and that I most likely would not be losing the toe.
"If it was a black widow bite, it would get a big red unhappy bump, and your toe would swell, and it would feel tingly, or numb, or weird," he said to reassure me.
"But it does feel tingly, and numb, and weird!" I exclaimed, which he totally ignored.

So my prognosis is (paraphrasing) "*shrug* Soak it to draw out 'whatever is in there' and come back if gross stuff starts coming out of it."
I know he was talking about pus but all I can think of is the urban legends concerning baby spiders.

p.s. It would probably help you to know that there are actually black widows in my house. So it is not just me being completely neurotic, only partially.