I was ironing the binding for my husband's coffee quilt (which just came back from the quilter) and because I can't see too well I was leaning down over the ironing board and steam shot out of the side of the iron and burned my big, fat belly. Not that that stopped me from finishing. Once I took a peek, I saw a massive blister, the skin already starting to peel away.
Frankly, I wouldn't have been at all surprised if I had picked up that iron and pressed it right to the side of my head when the phone rang. And the fact that I have not yet tried to amputate a digit with my rotary cutter means that IT"S JUST A MATTER OF TIME.
