Since I was a little girl, I've had lobster on my birthday. This year was no exception.
However, this year, one of the little buggers was trying to make up for years of my murderous tendencies, and threw boiling water on me as we put him in the pot. It splashed up on my eyelid and my bicep enough to burn me a little - but no blisters like the noodle. (Not my week for burns!)
He may have won a battle; but I ate the bastard so I think I won the war.
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