Ok, so she burned her hand last night with molten sugar.
No big deal, right? Other than finally falling asleep at 3am with her hand in a glass of ice water in the pulled-out drawer of her nightstand, no, no big deal.
This morning her paw was feeling
pretty good sort of decent so she decided to put on makeup for work.
She sharpened the eye-liner so it’d be easier to put on with the burned right hand.
And promptly slipped and stabbed herself in the eye.
I swear, we’re going to have to put a padded helmet on her, protective eyewear, oven mitts, and corks on the tines of her forks to protect her from herself. She’s not allowed to call me a klutz anymore.