Tabascoed

I was Tabascoed. Friday's lunch was a bunless venison burger and a salad. What goes well on a bunless venison burger? Why Tabasco, of course. So I had my lunch ready and all I needed was my small bottle of Tabasco. The Tabasco in our kitchen livs in the cabinet above the stove. So I opened the cabinet above the glasstop stove and the Tabasco decided to exit the cabinet before I was ready for it. So with the glasstop stove, I had to quickly try to catch the bottle. As I swiped the thin air it occured to me the last time something like this happened, we had to replace the glasstop stove. With that in mind I just hit the bottle away from the stove. Of course the thing gained speed as it absorbed the energy from my hand.

CRASH.

The bottle exploded.

Since we have a tile floor. glass went everywhere from it's impact. One rather large piece bounced off in a rather wierd direction which was right towards my leg. I felt the blood start to flow and I thought to myself "Gee, this will make a great blog!" How sick was that? Even as I swept and mopped I thought I should have taken pictures. My lunch break was almost over and I had still not even started my lunch. :( I got to choke down all of my food quickly before jumping on a 1 PM call. The funny thing later was how much I could still smell the Tabasco in the air in the kitchen. That is some powerful stuff, I have the markings on my leg to prove it.

BTW- I know I posted a pictre of tbasco bottle before, butgive me a "break," I'm on a diet here and my food choices are limited...