Freak cooking accident
They say that accidents often happen in close proximity of your home. And sometimes you also hear about freak accidents taking place. Well, over this past weekend I experienced a freak cooking accident while in my home. I swear, my new nickname should be 'Lucy' as in 'I Love Lucy' or even 'Shep' as in 'The Three Stooges.'
Saturday I had a housewarming party to go to, and I volunteered to bake cupcakes. Yummy, scrummy cupcakes actually. And of course I had my little buddy Lola in the kitchen, under foot hoping to maybe get a lick of cake batter or ware me down with her cute puppyness. I wouldn't let her though. (A) Because one batch of cupcakes had rum in the recipe, and (B) the second batch were chocolate. Both no-no's for a dog, let alone puppy of her size. I also ran out of cupcake wrappers in the jumbo size, so needed to run out to the store...plus was running out of time to get everything done.
Well! Just as I turned from the sink to put something (I forget what it was) on the kitchen table, I bumped in to Lola. Not wanting to step on her foot, I was shifting me balance in all different directions, because I just knew I was going down (you know, like how you just sometimes know something...I knew I was hitting the ground.) And I did. But I didn't just fall on my ass. No, because if I'd have just fallen on my ass, it would have just been my ego bruised, and wouldn't make for such a freak accident.
No, as I was shifting my balance, I pitched forward, and smashed my face in to the spindle on top of the kitchen chair. Thankfully, yet it was still mad painful the spot I smashed was the part between my lower lip, and chin. (What would that be called?) Then I whacked my forearm against the chair as I went down and landed on my ass. Ida came running as I had yelled owe when I hit my face, Lola went running, thinking I'd beat her for making me fall, and Pooka came running to see what happened to his mom now. At this point I was laughing, as I couldn't believe what happened, was trying to reassure Lola it was OK, and not to be scared. Also I was thankful I hit the lower part of my face as opposed to my eye.
Am I sore? You bet. Is my face bruised, no...but my arm slightly is. And what about the cupcakes? How did they come out? DELICIOUS OF COURSE!!!
Saturday I had a housewarming party to go to, and I volunteered to bake cupcakes. Yummy, scrummy cupcakes actually. And of course I had my little buddy Lola in the kitchen, under foot hoping to maybe get a lick of cake batter or ware me down with her cute puppyness. I wouldn't let her though. (A) Because one batch of cupcakes had rum in the recipe, and (B) the second batch were chocolate. Both no-no's for a dog, let alone puppy of her size. I also ran out of cupcake wrappers in the jumbo size, so needed to run out to the store...plus was running out of time to get everything done.
Well! Just as I turned from the sink to put something (I forget what it was) on the kitchen table, I bumped in to Lola. Not wanting to step on her foot, I was shifting me balance in all different directions, because I just knew I was going down (you know, like how you just sometimes know something...I knew I was hitting the ground.) And I did. But I didn't just fall on my ass. No, because if I'd have just fallen on my ass, it would have just been my ego bruised, and wouldn't make for such a freak accident.
No, as I was shifting my balance, I pitched forward, and smashed my face in to the spindle on top of the kitchen chair. Thankfully, yet it was still mad painful the spot I smashed was the part between my lower lip, and chin. (What would that be called?) Then I whacked my forearm against the chair as I went down and landed on my ass. Ida came running as I had yelled owe when I hit my face, Lola went running, thinking I'd beat her for making me fall, and Pooka came running to see what happened to his mom now. At this point I was laughing, as I couldn't believe what happened, was trying to reassure Lola it was OK, and not to be scared. Also I was thankful I hit the lower part of my face as opposed to my eye.
Am I sore? You bet. Is my face bruised, no...but my arm slightly is. And what about the cupcakes? How did they come out? DELICIOUS OF COURSE!!!
posted by Orelinde_03 @ 8:40 AM
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