I'm sure I'll survive.... in fact, later on today, I do plan to bandage this baby up and craft. I've got a lot to catch up on.
For those who mentioned the ensuing mess to clean up, you'll get a kick out of this one. When I cried out in pain, hubby came a'runnin'. I wailed that not only did I burn myself and it hurt like #*%@, but now we had no gravy to go with the meatloaf.
Pathetic! Yup, while I dashed the wrist under cold running water, hubby got out a spatula to pick up the gravy that was on top of the mound of spilled stuff -- you know, the part that hadn't actually touched the floor. Not to clean it up, but to save it for eating, because what's meatloaf without gravy?! Dinner was saved! Gotta ♥ the guy.