What’s the most ironic thing you can do on the coldest day ever? That’s right. Burn your tongue.
With the wind chill, the temperature dropped as low as 7 degrees today, though it hovered around 17 degrees throughout most of the day. I made the genius decision to keep a lunch appointment with my friend John and walked three blocks to the restaurant in the freezing, breezy weather. Walking to my car after work, I made my next genius decision to pick up some soup for dinner. I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention to it simmering on the stove as I was nuking the wet dog food for my poor little pupcicle because when I put the first spoonful in my mouth, it seared my tongue like a piece of beef.
The silver lining here is that I didn’t burn the roof of my mouth which, to me, is intensely worse. It’s like a sore, shiny speed bump behind your teeth. Nothing gets me down like mouth ick. 7 months ago
With the wind chill, the temperature dropped as low as 7 degrees today, though it hovered around 17 degrees throughout most of the day. I made the genius decision to keep a lunch appointment with my friend John and walked three blocks to the restaurant in the freezing, breezy weather. Walking to my car after work, I made my next genius decision to pick up some soup for dinner. I guess I wasn’t paying enough attention to it simmering on the stove as I was nuking the wet dog food for my poor little pupcicle because when I put the first spoonful in my mouth, it seared my tongue like a piece of beef.
The silver lining here is that I didn’t burn the roof of my mouth which, to me, is intensely worse. It’s like a sore, shiny speed bump behind your teeth. Nothing gets me down like mouth ick. 7 months ago