Here's Your Sign

I am not the smartest person in the world. Although, I like to think of myself as savvy and resourceful the reality is that I live in a truly chaotic world created solely by moi.
Yesterday, I realized that the grass on the side of the house had turned into a veritable field of weeds. These are the moments when I curse being single. I'm not going to go into detail. Mostly because I would like to keep you in the mindset that I've got a few working brain cells and use them as necessary. But, also because my hand still hurts like the dickens and I don't feel like typing very much.
I burned the pinkie and middle fingers of my right hand on the muffler of the lawnmower. There. I said it. Laugh. C'mon. You can, I won't be upset. Well, too upset anyway.
I've got two spots that are second degree burns and the rest are light first degree that really just itch like crazy. The 'spots'. Oh. My. Gosh.
I won't keep this up, because I'm no crybaby...but I am going to soak my hand in icy saltwater.