Blackberries and Burns

So today I got the bright idea to make blueberry muffins from scratch. Shouldn't have been a big problem, seeing as I do quite a bit of baking, but apparently something was amiss. Sanity, perhaps.

I started out with eggs that spoiled on January 25th. Yikes. My grandparents were kind enough to save me from that terror.

Then I ran out of flour when I was only a cup away from being finished. Ugh. Again, I owe my grandparents.

I was also unaware that the berries I took to be blueberries--small and manageable--were actually enormous, unruly blackberries. Sigh. I suppose it tastes sort of that same. Similar, anyway.

Then my batch of mini muffins burned. The jumbo ones and regular-sized ones were okay, but the minis... Ew. Rock muffins.

And now, here I sit, my arm bandaged and painful because I'm the idiot who burns herself on a 400-degree oven rack.

Yeah. Ow. Hurts like [insert inappropriate word(s)]. I've put so much aloe on it that my arm smells like aloe, even though the stuff I've got is allegedly "odor free." Lack of smell is a scent, apparently. Oh, and Neosporin is wonderful, too...

I'm really hoping that this is not an indication of how my winter break is going to go. If I don't make it through the next school-free week, I'll be royally ticked.