here is something that hurts: when you take a slightly burnt jack's mexican style pizza from the oven [at approximately 3:30 a.m., if you know what i mean] and a wad of congealed, 425 degree cheese-product wraps itself around your thumb.
you can try to swear it away, but all the eff words in the world won't dull the hurt.
you can run it under cold water, but that just lends credence to your failure as a pie chef.
the alopecia crust ruins one of the pieces. you eat it anyway, and try not to imagine that it tastes like your singed skin.
today it looks a little freakish:
* yes. that, in the background, is season one episode five of life goes on playing on my television set. the episode where becca thatcher falls in love with a keyboard player in maxie's brother's band. i put this show in my queue as part of a scientific study: can i become addicted to any tv show, if i carefully watch the first three episodes. answer: yes. at least once an episode, i manage to laugh at something really wholesome and cheesy: the thatcher's ended this episode with a FOOD FIGHT! or get weepy: corky invests in paige's new boyfriend's hula hoop business with money he was saving for a train set. oh, corky.