I was making Melissa and I some iced coffee. At least that was the idea. I poured near-boiling coffee into a thick glass (Mexican, if you must know) and the bottom dropped right out.of.the.glass on to my foot. Glass, boiling coffee and all. On my foot. Burning. Searing. Pain.
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Hot coffeeblood was everywhere. As I looked down at the puddle I thought it was going to mean stitches for sure. I mean hey, the ankle area *could* contain some major arteries! Fortunately for me, resulting injuries were minor…. only a small scratch on the side of my foot. I was also fortunate that had I needed a lift to the hospital Mary and Gary could have done it, as they happened to be there dropping off a toy Emma had forgotten there the night before. Melissa was there too, but the idea of entertaining four kids in emerg scared me more than blood. Still does.
Mary and Gary were also kind enough to sweep up the mess. Thanks guys.
My foot felt sunburned for the rest of the day. Silly me. Pouring boiling coffee into a milk glass is not smart. It’s ALMOST as unsmart as sticking your hand into a ceiling fan. Ah-hem. ;)
Agenda for today: tea, gardening, and a playdate in the afternoon.
