I have an awesome bruise. One of those gorgeous ones that you want to show everyone. It has many deep colors and it quite large and a cool shape. I am absolutely fascinated by it. I got it baking. Right, I know.
Andrew thinks the ring to my springform pan makes an excellent hoola-hoop and often gets it out for his Kitchen Madness Hoola Hoop Championship. He had left it on the floor...as usual. So, I was squatting by the fridge looking for some baking essential and Andrew thought it would be the perfect time for a huge hug. We loose balance, fall over and I land on the ring of the pan. The problem was, I was holding Andrew and didn't want to drop him. So with all of my weight on the edge of this pan I calmly put Andrew on the floor before I can get off of it. Ouch!
Dave was proud of me for not swearing. I think I just said "ouch ouch ouch".
I am proud of the bruise.
So much so, I want to remember it. I wish I could post a picture of it, but I can't.
It's on my tush.
1 comment:
That's some hard-core baking. To me, it sounds like a real pain in the @ss.
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