My Head was on FIRE!

This is a re-enactment.
You're welcome.

The Husband is really the nice one in our relationship, but I do my best to pretend it's me. As the pretend nice one, I often bring him coffee in the morning......cream (real half and half) and sugar (fake), just the way he likes it. This morning, we had some leftover sausage rolls so I nuked 'em to bring in with the coffee. 

But, since I only have two hands, balancing the box of sausages on my head seemed like a viable option. I also thought it would bring a little hilarity to our morning. 

I got more than I bargained for.

I have no doubt I looked awesome walking down our hall with that box on my head.....very suave and sophisticated. But it got hotter.....and hotter.....and hotter. I'd hoped I could make it all the way to the bedroom, but that motherfucker was burning the shit outta my scalp.

"Shit!" was all The Husband heard. I set my cup down, snatched the box off my head, and took him his coffee and rolls, then retrieved mine.

Tonight, it seemed like a good idea to create a re-enactment, so he could get the full effect, and I could re-live the incredible sacrifice of my now-burned scalp.

Which is why I really am the nice one.

Have you been harmed in the name of love? Any other burned scalps out there?

Have you been there?