You can’t see it so well in the picture*** (so much for the lawsuit!) but I was reaching to get a Meijer Rotisserie Chicken (I wanted the one in the BACK because I like it when it’s really well-done) and gave myself a nice 2nd-degree burn on my hand.

I probably should have reported it, but at the time I just wanted to get home and eat my dinner . . . plus I was perhaps a bit embarrassed, since I knew it was my own fault.

 at left: my guilty pleasure. (Proverbs 23:1-3)

***Update: We have now progressed to a lovely blister, so I’ve changed the picture. (the better to gross you out with, my dearies!)

My cyber-chondriacal research says that you’re supposed to break the blister and let the guck come out . . . but no way.