Last Friday night I was cooking dinner. I pulled a hot skillet out of the oven – a 500-degree oven – and placed it on the stove. I told myself to be careful and to not-not-not grab the handle. And y’all – I was so good. I formed the best mental block ever, and that handle ceased to exist. There was just no way I was gonna grab it. And I didn’t.
But I did reach across it to pick up a spoon from the opposite counter. And that’s when I barely grazed the danged handle.
And now I bear the mark of the beast. It’s getting gnarlier every day. Ugh…
