Oh, scar stories! Nothing so interesting as hiking in Wadi Qelt, unfortunately.
I have two scars each from knives and bricks (well, three from knives if you count the time my sister sliced two of my fingers while we were cutting up white chocolate for almond bark), one from falling on the sharp corner of our toy box (six stitches right above my eyebrow), and one from slicing my knee on a broken lawn chair.
That's what mine says, Barb. Also, most publishers (of fiction) use M-W for house style, so you might want to pick one up. I need a new one actually -- mine is really old. But I don't love their site.
Bagel scar in the meat of my left wrist. Wouldn't stop bleeding until I got butterflies on it, and you can still feel the hole in the muscle beneath the skin that never healed shut.
The rest are surgical, or psychic.
Check the ratings at coffeegeek.com on the various options.
The problem is that there are too many options! And then everything depends on the model, which often isn't available anymore. It's maddening.
My big problem is that I'd like to offer 1 nicer machine, but I know that if we do, others on my team will not want to have a truly random drawing, which I think is completely unethical.
I think I'm going to suggest the De Longhi that Nicole linked to because that comes up a lot as the best budget machine and it's an Italian brand.
That's what mine says, Barb. Also, most publishers (of fiction) use M-W for house style, so you might want to pick one up.
I could have sworn I had one, but all I could find was the American Heritage. I'm thinking I'll definitely go pick one up in the next couple of days. Thank you, dear!
I just realized mine is ... from ninth grade. I won it for some essay. Oops. And yet e-mail is in there! Wow.
Interesting to hear all the scar/injury stories. I don't have anything dramatic - mostly the dings from day to day living.
Although Hil's shock from alfredo sauce had potential - I was envisioning something involving a dish of electric eels, which led to her becoming vegan. This may be the first time my imagination's been more interesting than reality.
Oops. And yet e-mail is in there! Wow.
That's because ninth grade wasn't that long ago.
Glenn Beck begins Vermont Teddy Bear ad by trashing Mother's Day.
WTF? That's just . . . weird.