When my husband came home from work, I showed him my finger and told him that I had burned it. When he asked how, I cleverly sidestepped the issue of my eating Pop Tarts for lunch by muttering, "In the kitchen," before distracting him with my demands to look closely at the world's worst injury and to agree with me that it was the most painful burn any woman has ever experienced and wasn't I a brave warrior.
Later that night, my husband walked past me with a plate of Pop Tarts and a glass of milk. He said, "Did you by chance burn your thumb on a Pop Tart? Because I just burned the snot out of my thumb trying to get one out of the toaster."
If you look closely, you can see that he actually developed TWO blisters.
However, my burn is much bigger, so I win.
Dinner last night: mushroom & Colby cheese stuffed meatloaf, mashed potatoes & gravy, steamed asparagus