My talent: injuring myself in new and interesting ways.

Yesterday, I made up a bowl containing the last of the coconut sorbet Amanda gave me in New York and the last of the brownies Lincoln and I made in Chicago. It was a well-traveled dessert. It was also a fairly large dessert, and I got sick of sugar halfway through and stuck the rest of it in the freezer, still in the bowl and with the spoon for easy access later.

Just now, I removed it from the freezer and took a bite. Immediately, I knew something was wrong.

"Cwap," I said, the metal spoon stuck to my tongue.

Mike, confused, began to applaud.

I breathed on the spoon until it warmed up enough to dislodge from my tongue, sadly still taking a few taste buds with it. "Crap," I repeated.

"Oh," said Mike.