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Yeah, yeah, yeah, I can hear you agreeing with me!
Yesterday we went to a friend`s house for lasagna - one of my favorite dishes - and as I took it out of the oven ... oh wait, going too fast here.
So we were told that we`d be having this special - family - secret - recipe lasagna so I did not eat much breakfast thinking I should probably save my tummy for this special treat.
It turned out this special family recipe was made in Safeway, in one of the black cartons. (so guess how long that friendship is going to last!) So after cooking in the over for closed to an hour, which by the then I was starving to death, I excitedly took the lasagna out and ready to place on the dining table.
Little did I know the carton was so `soft`, before I got to the dining table one side of the edge slipped off my hand so in that split second I thought "Here is the perfect opportunity to show off my Yoga skill" by being super flexible, I bend down trying to catch the carton. Next thing I knew 450c hot tomato sauce splattered right on to my face and hair. I screamed while the lasagna sat quietly on the carpet, still in the carton,too, but with lots of sauce around.
I could not open my left eye as it had hot, and I mean temperture hot sauce on the eyelid.
So here is the stupid part - I ACTUALLY STARTED TO CLEAN THE CARPET, worrying the stain might not go away!
When have I turned into a freak??
Before I could even clean up one spot, the left side of my face started to burn like hell so I ran to the bathroom and with just my right eye, I saw tomatoe sauce all over my face and hair, and on my white sweater, too!
After I cleaned up, I went back out to the dining room, started apologizing for making such a mess but by then the lasagna is placed on the table and all the stain on the carpet were gone. So we all sat down and ate.
The lasagna was good but through out the entire meal I had to keep holding the ice on the face simply because it was so painful.
So on the 7th day of the New Year, I got this nasty burn mark on the side of the left eyebrow, a long mark on the left cheek, as well as the nasty island-looking blister right by the left ear.
Have I been a mom for too long or something? How in the world was my main concern to be the carpet instead of the face!
The worst part was probably that while all this was happening, my once declared "I love mommy the most" son was glued to the damn Harry Potter as the Doormentor was coming to get him (or something like that). He, however, said that if I could find his "Phantom of the Opera" mask, I could borrow it until the marks are healed
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Life isn`t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.
