I was making mashed potatoes the other night (or lumped potatoes if you've already read that post), and I neglected to mention that my pot CAUGHT ON FIRE. Not the actual pot, but the handles. It was too big of a fire for me to blow out (yes I tried, the only fire I ever deal with is on candles). I had to get a cup of water and dump it on the handles. I thought that if I ever needed a fire extinguisher, it'd be because my couch was on fire or the walls or something, not because I am the owner of a magic igniting pot.
Also, I now know what it feels like to be punched in the jaw. Who can I thank for this experience? Myself. In the middle of the night last night, I woke up and realized I was cold. I was pulling the covers up and my hand slipped and I knocked myself in the jaw. In case you are ever tempted to do that, don't. It hurts.
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