State of the Blog Address
If I seem a bit listless guys, it's because I'm still recovering from a ridiculous injury that I accidentally inflicted upon myself on Friday. I was hastily grabbing a cup of hot water from my microwave to make myself some hot tea, when I spilled it on my right boob. Yeah, it was about as sexy as it sounds. Needless to say, I'm sporting a coaster-sized red spot on my cleavage area at the moment. However, the body is a resilient machine and I can't believe how much better it already looks today, but that still isn't going to keep me from harping on my injury and showing off my wound to any and everyone who will listen.
More on Lisa's boob woes after the jump...
Actually, I was pretty embarrassed when it first happened and was discovered by my boyfriend, when he came home from work to find me wearing a bikini top, shorts and a sad expression on my face, as I tried to apply ointment and fashion a bandage on my wound, while wearing the only item of clothing that wouldn't get in the way. Needless to say, he was supportive, but later told me, "I totally felt bad for you. But I have to be honest, it totally kind of turned me on." Oh men and boobies.
Well, now that I'm done with the State of the Boob address, allow me to turn your attention to more important things like the upcoming fall season. Are you guys excited? I'm totally going to get cable and will be recording the crap out of some shows. One of my favorites is probably the wrongest thing on television at the moment. "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" on FX is on Thursdays at 10PM and I've had a sneak peek at the first four episodes, which are AWESOME. Enjoy the show, my kiddies, before the shark is jumped. The gang takes on such fun-loving issues as abandoned babies, incest, death and Stockholm syndrome. I'm still surprised that the show is still on the air, since the fact that I love it seems to usually be reason enough for a show to get canceled. (Fate loves to spite me, for some reason.)
And, you know what else the new season means. That's right, kiddos, fresh recaps from Recapist! Tonight is the premiere of the incomparable "America's Next Top Model," to be recapped by our own superstar editor/recapper, Jay Harvey. In case you're not familiar with Jay's work as a recapper, you are missing out and should click here immediately to catch up, lest your friends find out what a LOSER you are.
So, get to TV watching and recap-reading, my beloved readers. And remember, self-mutilation isn't necessarily always a cry for help. Some of us are just clumsy. So stop trying to get us to go to therapy, dammit.
Stoically yours,
Lisa T.
Editor
A Socialite's Life
jill says:
Microwaved water for tea? Yuck, that always comes out tasting like boiling. Yes I said it, the taste is that of boiling, the verb. Anywho, you need to get yourself a tea kettle my friend.
ocbody.com doc says:
Not nice to do to your breasts. If it is improving already, then it is probably a minor burn. Take Care.
ha ha says:
Can we see?
ZeldaF says:
I hope your boob feels better soon, Lisa.
cbenji says:
pixs plz
Ruby Jackson says:
Breast injuries on a woman are like ball/dick injuries on a guy. Ouch! I hope you boyfriend kissed it all sweet and nice so it felt better!
Kelly Rummelhart says:
Consider it "warming up" for when you breastfeed . . . it's all warm and fuzzy until they get teeth or until you get an infection.
LoRider says:
An injury like that must be shared with the world and you were right to tell us about it. You have my email address for the pics.
Ride Lo
Clementines says:
Aloe! Ice or cold pack and neosportin later.. Hey sorry about that ouchie.. be glad it wasn't a grease burn.
Jasmine says:
Boob injuries are no joke, though the involvement of boobs would seem to imply otherwise. I'm hoping at least your agony was private (until today, anyway, when you blogged about it). On a visit to the Getty a few years ago, a squirrel in a tree threw a pine cone at me as I was getting off the tram and it nailed me right in the funbag. Not only was it painful (albeit briefly) but it was rather public. Ugh.
But back to you -- feel better, Lisa!