I bought a scanner/copier thing for 22 bucks on clearance at Target a few months ago and haven’t gotten around to using it. Since I was home with a sick baby and a sick husband yesterday afternoon – I thought it would be a good time to scan some pics. Take a trip down the Rave Hairspray scented memory lane. Where there was big hair, ugly shirts, and waaaay too much lace.
This one cracked me up the most because it brought me back to one of my many embarrassing moments that gave me nightmares for YEARS. Notice the tissue around my finger? That’s covering a BURN. Wanna know how I got that burn?
I had invited my boyfriend (the one who gave me a moonie for my birthday) over to bake cookies. Because I was 80 years old, evidently. We were going to bake them and take them to my church youth group meeting that evening. Because I was 80 and a good catholic girl who even, at times, tossed around the idea of being a nun.
When the cookies were done, I used the oven mitt to get them out of the oven, but on the way out, the metal thermometer on the top of the oven fell on the pan and onto one of the cookies. I didn’t want it to ruin the cookie, so I grabbed it with the other NON-mitted hand. Metal that has been in the oven gets HOT. Of course it burned the shit out of me.
I instinctively threw it across the kitchen and into the sink. My boyfriend was all, “Are you okay?” He had a look that was a perfect mixture of, “Oh no, that must of hurt!” and “You stupid dumbass…why did you do that? Are you crazy?” I decided the best way to redeem myself was to pretend it didn’t hurt for the rest of the night. HA! I just kept wetting that tissue and wrapping it around the burned blister in an attempt to lessen the pain. When really? It hurt so bad I was fighting off tears all night.
Damn baking. It’s been out to get me since the 80s.
Update from 2020: I edited this post a bit but some of what I deleted said I had told this story before and jeezus if I haven’t found the entry in my cleaning up of old posts so maybe this is a second tell of this story or maybe I deleted the first. Who knows!