OK, that made me laugh.It made me laugh reading it. It may have made me homicidal living it.
Mmm, beets. I serve a *lot* of fresh roasted beets when mom comes to visit because she'll offer to peel them. (I am busted if she's lurking. But if she's lurking, my tricksey methods of beet peeling are probably the least of the things she's appalled by that I've said.) Other times I cave and get Trader Joe's that are already peeled and roasted. I still end up purpled, but slightly less purpled.
I got a tetanus shot just before I got married. Which isn't the punchline. Just it was when I moved into a house built in (and never much updated since) 1928. And that combined with my ... special sense of (lack of?) self preservation? I was there at least a week before I managed to jam something metal and mysterious in my finger.
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Ack! Beets boiled over! Purple everywhere!And Hil makes my point for me. Sorry about the boiling purple! Um, Scrubbing Bubbles? Magic Eraser Spongey Bar?