Skillet

I have been a little distracted from my normal house upkeep these days. It's clear when you see the number of take-out containers in my trash, the piles of laundry in my hamper, and the amount of dog hair in serious need of a vacuum. I simply throw my hands up and claim "emotional overload...can't handle it right now!!" but really I am just extremely addicted to my book series (page 320 of book four...so near the end!) When Nick got home on Tuesday he looked around and a little grin creeped over his face. He said, "Baby...that isn't the bowl from the pancakes we had before I left, right??" I sheepishly smiled back and said, "It wouldn't fit in the dishwasher!!! I TRIED!" he laughed and we sat down to watch some TV and hang out (and of course eat more take-out for dinner). After about an hour he looked at me and said "You really want to read, don't you?"....I hung my head. "Yes" He cracked up and went to play his computer game.

Last night I knew I could do better! I was going to actually make dinner, and NOT pick something up! I was going all out (As I like to do when I get around to cooking) and making fried chicken, mashed potatoes, veggies...you get the picture. I was working away, thinking a touch about Edward and Bella, when...being myself, I burnt the shit out of my right forearm! I actually leaned it right onto the electric skillet. I have this two inch long burn on my arm....everyone likes a girl with scar's right? Sometimes you can't win! Should have just picked something up...