once upon a time...

i came home from my first semester of college and was helping kendle make thousands of cookies for a reception for some weirdos. nicole was over helping and she was telling me about this one lady who came into the hospital who looked like she was being beaten. her sentence went something like this... "i called protective services because it looked like she had been beaten." i responded by saying, "oh good." naturally i was referring to the first half of the sentence. well, kendle laughed at me for saying it [yes, i know how it sounded]. i turned around to spit my tongue out at kendle, and come to find out, she was holding a hot cookie sheet right about at my ear level behind me, moving cookies from the sheet to the cooling racks. here is the result...


yes. i was burnt in my ear with a cookie sheet. how many people in the world can say that?! :)

and yes. it looks like it's oozing, but that is just the burn gel, cross my heart!