” He poured a kettle of boiling water over his foot the night before we were married. I wasn’t letting him get away with this and made him sit with his foot in a bucket of ice water through supper.”

One Thanksgiving I made a turkey in one of those disposable aluminum pans. When I took it out of the oven, the pan twisted, and I spilled boiling turkey juice on my foot. I was having more than forty people for lunch, so I spent the day dragging the bucket of ice water I soaked my foot in around with me! I actually slept with my foot off the edge of the bed in that bucket that night as well. The next week, I went out an bought the sturdiest (and most expensive!) REAL turkey roaster I could find!

Oh, I’ve always had THAT! Only it was slightly more under control “in bygone days”. Sigh. I wasn’t constantly BABBLING – since I was so shy I was very quiet in school etc. I blame my present condition on being happily married – there is very little censure between what I think and what I say to my husband. It was a total shock to me when I started speaking up on meetings at work etc – one part of me would go “Will you just shut up! Shut up!” and I would seriously consider literally kicking myself – but I didn’t think it would help and very likely it would put me in a bad mood…Now I’ve just resigned myself.

(To me writing and speaking are very similar – only there’s a little more editing in the former – but would you know it?):)

…and there was I thinking that AIG had to be bailed-out because it had foolishly got way out of its depth in the financial derivatives market, whereas it was really due to the level of claims from klutzim!

Best of luck and a speedy recovery. :: lights candle ::