Yeah, you read that title right. I don't usually, uh, fare well on this day. From drinking spoiled milk to being guilted into commissioning someone, these days just sorta have it out for me, and today was no exception.

So,  bear.net and I decided today to grill up some steaks for the family (to try and butter them up to our, uh, relationship). We decided also to grill up a few extra snacks for the family as well, including a local favorite known as Jalapeno Poppers. What you do is carve out the insides of a Jalapeno, stuff it with cream cheese, then wrap bacon around it until you throw it on the grill. The cheese neutralizes most of the spice, making for a very zingy and interesting treat, I highly recommend it.

*Ahem* anyways, while Bear was on steak duty I was shelling out the Jalapenos. I think I dug out at least 20 of the fiery peppers with my fingers alone, using the knife to cut out some of the smaller seeds only (I'm paranoid of getting cuts, especially when working with spicy foods). Fortunately, I managed to do it all without a scratch, and right when I finished I decided to head to the bathroom. Biggest mistake of my life...

You see, the juice from Jalapeno peppers can be quite irritating on bare flesh, especially beneath finger nails and what not. So imagine how it would feel if your juice-soaked hands gripped your exposed... erh, let's just say, I should have sat down to pee.

OH MY GOD MY JUNK WAS ON FIREASFASDFASDFAS IT STILL IS!! It felt like the worst urinary tract infection ever, except it burnt 100x worse even when I WASN'T peeing!! I could only piss in small doses, otherwise I'd start screaming, no joke. I'd rather take a kidney stone.

Fortunately, my mom happened to come right at that moment and proposed dipping my fiery pepper in a glass of milk to neutralize the pain. And that's the story of how I spent a half hour of the barbecue in the bathroom, soaking myself in that sweet, sweet whole milk. I'm really greatful no one drank that...

How did your day go? :3