Burn.

I wanted to blog about this last night, but after finding Danny zoned out and Miley chewing on my charger..I had other things in mind. Like, how much I hate Call of Duty.

Yours truly is apparently accident prone, a huge dummy, and a fatty. Yes, a fatty.

I was so excited for dinner last night that I grabbed the hot oven rack with my bare hand. UGH. Obviously not on purpose. I had to stir the food, so I slipped the oven mitt off. I don't know what I was thinking but when it was time to slide the rack back into the oven...I did it with the wrong hand. 

I ate dinner with one hand..while the other was nursing an ice cold bottle of beer. It served two purposes..icing down my fingers and quenching my thirst!

Here's the damage.