I am an IDIOT sometimes

And I'm about to tell you why. See, I decided to buy a Steam Buddy. I didn't buy it because Billy Mays endorsed it. I bought it because girl clothes weren't made to be ironed. Girls, back me up - how many pieces of clothes do you own that say something like "do not iron" on the tag? Anyway... I am really good at getting things wrinkly (no amount of hanging stuff up seems to help), so I decided the Steam Buddy and I would be good friends. So after I bought my Steam Buddy, I set up shop on the floor behind Deg and his computer. I spread a skirt on the floor in front of me so I could steam the living daylights out of it, and then... I waited for the Steam Buddy to heat up. And waited. And waited. And  w a i t e d . . . I swear to you, that thing was not heating up, and I was getting muy frustrado at my new buddy and at that stupid Billy Mays. I decided to set the Steam Buddy down while I reached for my lint brush. And where did I decide to place the Steam Buddy? Well, on my thigh, of course. I'm sure this will come as no surprise to you, but at this moment, the Steam Buddy decided to start working. I squealed. Literally, squealed like a little squished piggy. Deg started laughing at me, I started saying really "awesome" words and splashing cold water on my leg. I then got a rag wet with cold water and stuck it down my pants so that those same pants could hold the rag in place. Then I climbed into bed, where the rag soaked my bed and made me feel as if I'd wet myself. This morning, I woke up to a still soggy bed and three dime sized blisters in the middle of my thigh. I'd take a picture and show you, but ew. Like you want to see those nasty blisters OR my thigh. So instead I will just show you the culprit, that cursed Steam Buddy itself.