(Yes, I am aware that it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. I fell into the ever-growing Holiday Black Hole. Sunday is
thankfully our last holiday celebration, at least for a few months, so I’m hoping to recover to my former state soon.)
It’s taken me a week to come up with the best way to describe my latest discovery of how truly awesome I am. Not only am I supremely fantastic* and incredibly humble**, but I continue to amaze myself with my variety of talents.
Dancing while driving.
Making a frozen pizza on the Pizzazz.
Watching 12 hours of TV straight.
But last Friday I even managed to shocked myself.
It was the Christmas celebration with my in-laws last Friday night. All of the brothers were there, along with the parentals and even the grandparents. To try something new, my IL’s decided on some festive fare for the occasion.
I love fondue. Cheese. Chocolate. It doesn’t matter. As long I can cover vegetables and/or cookies in it, I love it. And it loves me.
Well, at least I thought it did.
Having 9 people using one pot of oil to cook meat caused quite the issue when it came to space, so I decided to sneak in first and get my bitty piece of pork sizzling first. The rest of the family joined the feast and soon my dinner was ready!
Being logical, I let the metal skewer cool on my plate.
Apparently I’m not logical and/or did not let it cool long enough.
I burned myself while eating fondue.
Another embarrassing talent.
Not only did I burn myself, I burnt my lip. The metal skewer barely came close to my lip, yet somehow I quickly blistered and found myself in pain. But there was no way that I could make a peep…my BILs would never let me live this down. I just stuck to veggies and lukewarm cheese for the rest of the evening.
And while I am fond of weird and sometimes grotesque medical issues, I did not take a picture of my ailment. I did not to subject you to such horror, so I will demonstrate the results in my most favored medium:
Now here’s what I look like normally:
Well, at least that’s what I looked like a few years ago. And yes, I cropped Steve out of this picture. I didn’t want you distracted by his stunning good looks.***
And pay no attention to the teeth.
Now here’s what I imagine the injury looked like:
Not too bad, you say?
Oh, you are sadly mistaken.
This is what it felt like it looked like.
So, see, it was horrific. And mortifying.
Why do you hate me? How could you hate this face?
*I’m not really that vain.
**Seriously, I’m not.
***This statement is 100% true. Just don’t tell Steve that. It’ll go straight to his head.