GREASE BURN

I was carelessly flipping Chinese pancakes this evening when I burned my right hand on a tsunami of bacon grease that was trying to fly from the pan. A rather serious pain ensued. A hot, searing pain that would only find solace in an ice pack and continuous mouthfuls of angle food cake (you know, like a morphine drip). So I gripped one of those mysterious blue gelly bags as I went about my business. I was preparing myself while in the laundry room, that if someone were to pass though and inquire about the ice, I would tell them that I had punched someone and was icing it to keep the swelling down. Unfortunately nobody passed and I was forced to keep my embellishments to myself.