|Mini Glue Gun|
The house smelled of burned plastic, my arm tingled, and the vision in my left eye was blurry, but my main concern was that I couldn't finish the bow I was working on. I really need to work on my priorities.
I'm okay, and I was babied by my adorable husband after the fact. The glue gun wasn't so lucky. I think we should all take a moment of silence and remember the lovely contributions that were made by that faithful glue gun. (Imagine piano music in the background).
Rest In Peace Glue Gun: 2010-2011.
You tried to kill me, but you made my house pretty. I guess we're even.