Just made a batch of fudge... BURNED my fingertips, and in a frantic effort to get burning fudge off my fingers, I stuck them in my mouth. So now my fingers AND my mouth are burned. Woe! Woe to me...
Just made a batch of fudge... BURNED my fingertips, and in a frantic effort to get burning fudge off my fingers, I stuck them in my mouth. So now my fingers AND my mouth are burned. Woe! Woe to me...
You have my sympathy...and...I'm not giggling at all. At. All. I promise.
...ok, a little. But only cuz I've so been there.
It's my TYPING finger, too!
*WAIL*
Just made a batch of fudge... BURNED my fingertips, and in a frantic effort to get burning fudge off my fingers, I stuck them in my mouth. So now my fingers AND my mouth are burned. Woe! Woe to me...
Just made a batch of fudge... BURNED my fingertips, and in a frantic effort to get burning fudge off my fingers, I stuck them in my mouth. So now my fingers AND my mouth are burned. Woe! Woe to me...
Rules for a first and second degree burns.
Run the burned area under cool water for about 10 minutes. You want to bring the burned area back to body temperature. The point is to STOP the burn, not SET it. Aloe or No More Burnies (a kids salve) is best.
*Don't ice it.
*Don't put butter on it.
*Unless it's open, don't cover it.
*Don't pop the blister. Let it open on its own, then apply an antibacterial salve or creme.
*If in 2 days it's not better, go to the doctor.
I'm not a crier, but I feel like crying.
I don't think I'm supposed to feel this depressed after doing praise and worship.
I need sleep. Or to read a book. Or both.
I don't know!!
Why are people so....so...I don't know!!
People are making me eye-twitchin' crazy over here.
...I think a book would be better. I don't sleep well anyways.
Wait. What? Finger... as in singular? You a one finger typer? Say it ain't so.
My cat plays fetch with the ring off of milk gallons. We have a few of them saved up, because they inevitably disappear under the couch or some shelf.
I am sitting in the lounge chair in my living room and she walks up to me, milk ring in her mouth, drops it at my feet, and looks up expectantly, waiting for me to throw it. I can't say no to her adorableness.
She used to bring it up to my room, jump on my bed, and drop it on my face in the morning. I'm glad she doesn't do that anymore.![]()