I also want to add that I'm mostly not bothered by any of the religious snark that goes on here -- there's all sorts of history and knowing and mutual love and respect (and occasional snogging) and whatnot, and anything that really bugs me I can always scroll on past or politely call someone on it.
That shit is totally inappropriate from anyone anywhere on the belief spectrum, at work (unless you were working in a diocese office or as PZ Myers' personal assistant, because, dude, look who you're working for).
Bitches, on the other hand? A veritable gleeful orgy of inappropriate. With knowing and love and respect (and snogging).
Bitches hug it out.
Or something like that.
Bitches tend to snark it out ... with occasional tacklehugs and random glitter sprinkling.
Burned the fuck out of my hand. Committed the cardinal sin of allowing myself to become distracted in the kitchen. Had just pulled a pan out of a 400F oven and put it on the stove. A minute later, I went to move it so the handle wouldn't be in the way and potentially burn anyone. I just neglected to pick up the pot holder and curled my right hand around the hot handle. No the irony is not lost on me. I feel so freakin' stupid. I have some small blisters in the top of my palm and the tips of my third and fourth fingers hurt pretty bad.
At least dinner was good. Made pork tenderloin and the apple/blue cheese clafouti that was linked here.
Still feel stupid.
Ouch, Barb. You've been soaking it in cold water?
I dislocated a rib three times this afternoon. For some reason, I always dislocate that rib a day or two before starting my period. It pops right back in, and doesn't hurt much, but it's really annoying.
Stuck it under cold water right away, then sprayed lidocaine all over it and iced it. Now I've slathered it in aloe gel and neosporin, wrapped loosely in gauze and I'm icing it some more.
So, so stupid.
I've been there, Barb. Ugh, and ouch!
Ouch! I hope it heals up quick.
Barb, in the course of my cooking life, I have managed to burn myself multiple times, send an electric shock through my arm once, cut my hands and feet multiple times, get a badly skinned elbow, and get a scratched cornea. One burn does not make you stupid.
It will be a long time before I forget stumbling and catching myself by putting my hand on the engine of a running rototiller. I had to go to the ER for that one. I also had to wait forever because there had been a storm that left a lot of debris and the ER was swamped by people with chainsaw injuries.
