|This is a re-enactment.|
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?