And, I do mean...Ouch!
You know, I'm getting just a bit tired of burning myself at work.
Last week, I manged to sear my arm - in two places - while working stir fry.
This week I did it again - on the same piece of fleshy real estate.
Burn on a burn.
A shade of pink I have seen only on the bedroom walls of little girls...
And sadly, the arms of my compatriots in the kitchen.
Like the pencil ticks on a door, marking out the height of a child with each passing grade - 1, 2, 3...
My left forearm bears witness to each new kitchen adventure -
Stir fry (window 1), Pizza (window 5).