Why do women have so many things that generate heat?
Every time we leave the house the possiblility lurks that we might need to turn around to unplug something that uses a heating element as its main benefit.
Curling iron, flat iron, crimping iron, blow dryer, heating pad...
All of these things utilize heat to make the Bub happy. Heaven forbid one try to make a final adjustment in the bathroom mirror after she's done - it's like walking into a fucking blast furnace in there.
So...she's using this hetaing pad last night on her belly and a little section of it somehow gets underneath the edge of my arm. I wake up at like 3am with this burning sensation and realize that my fucking arm has been Pittsburghed.
My skin, being the almost opaque pink that is raw chicken, is now partially cooked. It was kind of like when you use the microwave to thaw chicken out - I had these little areas of white on the edges that were actually safe to eat without fear of salmonella. Fuck me.
Anyway, I just got back from a Dr's appointment and noticed this thing is still on high on the bed. I hope our homeowner's doesn't catch wind of this.
Every time we leave the house the possiblility lurks that we might need to turn around to unplug something that uses a heating element as its main benefit.
Curling iron, flat iron, crimping iron, blow dryer, heating pad...
All of these things utilize heat to make the Bub happy. Heaven forbid one try to make a final adjustment in the bathroom mirror after she's done - it's like walking into a fucking blast furnace in there.
So...she's using this hetaing pad last night on her belly and a little section of it somehow gets underneath the edge of my arm. I wake up at like 3am with this burning sensation and realize that my fucking arm has been Pittsburghed.
My skin, being the almost opaque pink that is raw chicken, is now partially cooked. It was kind of like when you use the microwave to thaw chicken out - I had these little areas of white on the edges that were actually safe to eat without fear of salmonella. Fuck me.
Anyway, I just got back from a Dr's appointment and noticed this thing is still on high on the bed. I hope our homeowner's doesn't catch wind of this.
we're geniuses is all.