That's pretty much all I have to say/write.
I burnt my tongue. Holy crap does it hurt.
It's Good Friday so I cooked a very nice meal.
Did anyone ever tell you not to taste food straight
out of the oven?
Yeah. Common sense usually clicks in for most people.
Me? Nope. As I stared at the steam coming off the potatoes,
what do you think I did?
Uh-huh. Yeah. That's right. I grabbed a fork and dove into the
gooeyness that was teasing me.
No really. The potatoes were saying, "Hey! You over there! Grab
a fork, and get over here."
I had to listen to what they were saying. I mean, come on, how often do
you get to listen to talking spuds.
There you have it. My reason for talking funny for the next few days is not
my fault. The Spud Ninjas did it.
The image doesn't even begin to convey the OUCH level.
Undill dex dime.