May 04, 2007 22:29
Ever stop trusting a certain part of your body after it fails to follow the contract it signed when you were born?
Yeah, I don't trust my bottom lip to stay out of the way when I eat anymore. Yesterday Casey took me to out to eat for some Mexican food (& let me get beer, yay!) I thought, 'awesome evening!' until I went in to chow down on some tasty camarones mojo de ajo and BAM! my lip jumps in, as if to interrupt my perfect bite. It hurt really bad, combined with the salsa, it was a jolting dinner.
So today, I bake the most perfect loaf of bread I've ever baked, its moist, but fully cooked & fresh out of the oven. I cut off the butt for Casey, and slice a nice, thick hunk, slather it with butter and go in for the kill. My lip evidently wanted a bite or two also, and I bite down on the exact same spot as yesterday.
It hurt so bad tears started falling down my face, I wasn't crying, mind you...just tears escaping. The only consolation was Casey saying, "Aw Im sorry babe, but you look really cute right now." Its swelled to epic proportions, and I had to suck on a frozen peach just to get it to stop stinging.
Woe is me and my big, fat, supermodel lips.