Last night I picked up the lid to a dish I was using. I was using this dish to cook a pork tenderloin in our oven. Which was heated to 425 degrees. I picked up the lid in my bare hand, completely without benefit of a potholder. Because I am the biggest moron ever to walk the earth, apparently. OW OW OW.
That’s really all I have today. Last night was not great so I’m really tired. And also dumb (obviously).
The end.
Awww…I have done equally stupid touching of things right out of the oven. It sucks. And then if you have a bandage people ask what the hell happened and you can’t even have a cool answer like fighting off ninjas or using explosives, or using explosives to fight off ninjas.
I broke my collar bone falling off a swing in my back yard. A swing that was not actually swinging at the time but just sitting there with me on it, until I wasn’t. That is not a cool bone breaking story to tell people. Even as a sixth grader I knew that.
You and I should compare stupidity scars one day. I’m pretty sure I’d win, though. I get one annually when I make Christmas cookies and that’s just for starters. My wrists look like I am a cutter.
Been there…done that. Twice.
Don’t blame yourself! After all, you probably thought that you were a superhero, right? How were you supposed to know? (And yeah, I’ve done it too!)
Never done that with something out of an oven, but I did once pick up a metal agitator that had fallen out of a popper with my bare hand once. I had circle burnt into my palm like the guy in Raiders of the Lost Ark for a couple of weeks.
Well, it was like that except it wasn’t one side of the headpiece for the Staff of Ra. Natch.