This weekend, I ran some errands in preparation for St. Patty's Day. The liquor store had exactly what I needed in one adorable package.
I broke a ten at the liquor store and my total at the gas station was one penny more than the amount of change from my ten.
As I left the gas station, I found a penny (heads up!) just outside my driver-side door. I picked it up and added it to the other two precariously balanced on my dashboard clock ledge.
The Dunkin' & Deceivin' project is only getting better these days. On Monday, I dealt with my first male Dunkin' Donuts cashier. He called me a traitor for using a Starbucks mug, but then he only charged me the refill price. So he was the most upset and most generous DD cashier I've encountered in the project.
Today when I picked up coffee for my roommate and myself, the girl working only charged me for a small refill (my cup is a little bit larger than a medium) so I got my coffee for a record $1.30. She also insisted on putting on my lid because she could lose her job if the coffee spilled and I got burned.
Turns out DD coffee is heated to 120 degrees. Or maybe she said 190. It's been a long day.
Sunday, when I was baking what should have been my lucky cupcakes, I ran into a bit of a snag. As I checked the cupcakes for doneness, I put my oven mitt on my right hand and did the checking with my left. I usually do this checking the other way around. So, when I was sure that the cupcakes weren't, in fact, done, I raised my right hand (with oven mitt) in the air and attempted to shove the oven rack back in with my (naked) left hand.
So unbelievably unlucky.
Now I am sporting three nicely lined up burns across the first three fingers of my left hand. I have a recurring dream about cutting myself and getting stitches across the tips of the fingers on my left hand, so this burn is especially... interesting.
Luckily the cupcakes rocked hardcore, the burns aren't painful anymore, and my grandmother presented me with a shiny new Dunkin' Donuts giftcard when I surprised her last week.