Monday

Cow's revenge

I made dinner this evening; I mismanaged the timing of opening gas valves and lighting things. I wondered, honestly, if I was about to die - the fireball that hit me as I lifted the grill lid truly was something out of The Stand.

I smell like burnt flesh. The skin on the inner side of my arm is red and sore.

My mustache, luckily, is unscathed.

2 comments:

Just one tall girl named Laurel said...

oh dear. how are the eyebrows?

Becca said...

thank god for small mercies