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:
oh dear. how are the eyebrows?
thank god for small mercies
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