Skewered
Okay, this is going to be short but entertaining (at least I think so).
Last night, Rae came over, and she brought fresh sweet corn from a roadside stand. I was so happy to have an opportunity to use my corn skewers (you know, those little corn-shaped handle things). Anyway, on my first bite of corn, the skewer on the pointy end came loose, and I stabbed myself in the face with it! It’s right next to my lip, so it’s not that noticable, but I found it amusing (despite the blood)!
