I do *not* love the smell of napalm in the morning.

Or in the evening, for that matter.

Yes folks, another kitchen incident. This time, it involved molten sugar. Yay! I now have a few first and second degree burns on my arms and on my face. It's great. No, not really. It pretty much sucks. I actually skipped yoga this morning - I really didn't feel up to it. Plus, I look like a freak show with blisters and various ointments slathered all over myself. Now I have to figure out how to get to the drugstore (again) as inobstrusively as possible (Zack's not home). Well, at least it didn't get my eye.