And what did I do? I very carefully stepped over the damn thing, that's what! Because I'm an idiot... I did go back and take a picture of it though - and have a private giggle at the other people who also made sure not to step on the caution lines. Art student project, maybe?
Other things I do of an idiotic nature include inhaling bleach fumes (hey, my blocked nose was dramatically unblocked! as my doctor said, "You may have found a cure there!") and burn myself in the face with my curling iron. I may or may not be too stupid to live.
That picture was taken a couple days after the burn, when I told myself there was no sense in being afraid of a stupid household appliance, so go curl your hair anyway. Then drape it unobtrusively over the burn. Yeah. My second post-burn hairstyle was a much better idea - I decided to channel Lisa from archives and rock some pretend-vintage to go with my 50's hair.
I have that "borrowed fringe" hairstyle down pat now. Husband even complimented me on my choice of hairpins! And here's another way to disguise an embarrassing forehead burn: wear the hat Victor bought me a couple of weeks ago. I'm like Inspector Clouseu - a super-clumsy master of disguise.
Part of the scab fell off this morning, and the skin underneath looked totally fine and scar free. So I live in hope, as they say...
