This morning, while curling my hair, a bee (fly?) flew into the bathroom and landed on my arm... the very arm which happened to be attatched to the hand which was holding the curling iron.
I panicked and jerked said arm to dislodge bee (fly?), but, as my hair was all twirled up and right next to my scalp, all I managed to do was release my hold on the curling iron... smacking myself on the head with its VERY EFFING HOT barrel and giving myself both a bruise and a burn... of course, as soon as the heat of the iron made official contact with my head I instinctively jerked away which cause the stupid thing to now slide down my hair and land on my shoulder thus giving me YET ANOTHER BURN.
Seriously. I may need supervision.
And now I need to sort out some sort of concealer hairdo... you know, to hide the burned parts.
Man, I hate bees (flies?).