Is it a sin to be rich?
For now: It has happened. I have given myself the first mortal wound of my married life. I do not wish to horrify those of you with delicate constitutions with the gory details. Nor do I wish to upset those readers who lack intestinal fortitude. (please, not on the computer chair…) So all I will say is this- There was a hot skillet and a cocky, no-good hash brown that refused to accept its rightful place in the circle of life, and when it took off I had to show it what’s what. I had to chase the sucker down and retrieve it, and being a Suggard does come with occupational hazards, and at some point during the high-speed chase, I invented a new recipe for Seared Abez. Tsssss. So now there’s the pink burn on my forearm of all places, almost into the crook of my elbow, and if you think that’s bad, you should see what I did to the hash brown. mwa. ha. ha. chomp.
Oh, and I fought the Shogun and nearly lost the tip of my thumb, but the fruit salad does taste meatier for it. The End.
And here, for the sake of posterity:
Mortal Wound: TROGDOR!
Mortal Wound: Sensei Presents
Mortal Wound: Killing me softly with pineapple
Mortal Wound: Oven-roasted Knuckles
Mortal Wound: GONGGG!
Mortal Wound: ZAP!
Mortal Wound: Waxing your thumbs: pros and cons
Mortal Wound: Carrot upside-down cake
Mortal Wound: Crackers on the rebound
Mortal Wound: Death By Exasperation
Mortal Wound: The Mortal Wound Medley
