Ever hurt yourself and someone tells you something like, ‘I can punch you and then it won’t hurt as bad.’ Or something to that effect. Never meant as a serious thing and just a saying, right? Ha, ok… here’s my anecdote.

Last night while cooking dinner I felt something dig into my foot. I’m guessing it’s a piece of glass. The closest I can guess is that I had broken a Christmas goblet candle holder while packing the last of Christmas dishes a couple weeks ago. I tried to salvage it by supergluing it back together. Maybe there was a sliver that made it on the floor… and maybe that sliver evaded the broom, dustpan and vacuum which have all been done several times since. After trying to dig it out with tweezers I opted for black salve and a bandaid and went back to finishing dinner… limping, trying not to step on that part of the foot.

I finished up dinner and as I was getting the broccoli and cheese stuffed chicken out of the oven the baking sheet tipped and fell and got stuck between the door and the oven. Still have no clue how that happened. Trying to salvage dinner and get the pan unstuck I grabbed the baking sheet with my gloved hand and grabbed the other side with my ungloved hand. I became British as I burned two of my fingers. Scott comes running knowing something is wrong because I only yell like a Brit when I really hurt myself. So he salvaged the chicken while I nursed my burns. I ate dinner with my fingers on an ice pack.

The rest of the night I kept my fingers on ice but completely forgot about my foot.

This morning a new day and my fingers have nice burn lines on them but don’t hurt but you know what does… yep, my foot. I was going to hang up some things in my office today maybe I’ll swing and hit my thumb with the hammer. Just kidding (maybe)

Moral of the story… I don’t got one… just some amusement for your morning.

Happy first cups