So I haven't blogged in awhile... and I even have things of interest in our lives to talk about. But I'll save that for when I have more brain power. For now, a little public service announcement for you:
Check your appliance cords to be sure they are not frayed/have wires exposed before you use them.
I was curling my hair on sunday before church and my curling iron exploded in my hand. Literally. Sparks shooting out, everything. I was absolutely terrified. It gave me a tiiiiiiiny little electric burn/exit wound on my thumb (looks more like a mole).
I knew it would happen some day, I should have been more prepared. That curling iron was the cheapest of the cheap and I've had it for about 7 years (the off button doesn't even work and, as you can see, it's held together with althletic tape) so this event was a long time coming. I guess that could be another PSA for you: quit being so cheap.
Anyways, I'm rambling. This is a blog about a very momentous occasion: my first electric burn. As an adult, that is. [As a kid I had a lot of trial and error experiences with metal objects and electric currents, but those are other stories for another day]
In conclusion, here's a random Tucson pic for you:
Just driving home from work. You know. No big deal.