So it has already happened to me. My first Misadventure occurred last night on the way to dropping off our vehicle at the autobody shop. My beautiful black SUV was hit by a school bus while it was parked on my Aunt's driveway a few weeks ago. Apparently, the school bus driver had to make a quick turn around due to a closed road and well... you get the idea.

Anyways, I had to have my SUV at the auto shop before 7 am so we decided that instead of dragging myself, Tiny Tank and Sexy Soldier out at that ungodly hour we would drop it off late last night.

So I got into my little white car with Tiny Tank already strapped in, 2 crazy excited dogs bouncing in the back and I took the key and shoved it into what I thought was the ignition. All of a sudden, blue fireworks emitted from the dash as my teeth clenched and my body started to convulse. Instantly ripping my fingers from the metel section of my key (now I know why they put rubber on them) I let them fall to the floor as I shoved my fingers into my already howling mouth.

Apparently, Sexy Soldier left the lighter socket plug thingy out from his last trip and me being well, me, shoved the key into the socket. It was basically like shoving a butter knife into an electrical outlet. My garbbled screams of "OWW DONKEY POOP!" and "MOTHER OF A ONE EYED GOAT!" (I have a bit of a swearing problem and I don't want Tiny Tank to pick it up, thus the referal to farm animals) were all you could here coming from the front seat of a white car on a darkened driveway at 11pm.

Tiny Tank began wailing at that frequency where your teeth ache and brain begins to melt while the dogs thinking they were being hailed startled howling and yapping in the back! Sexy Soldier ripped open the passenger door expecting to find some insurgent ferociously beating his wife and child, only to see me with tears streaming down my face and some unintelligble words fighting to get around my fingers shoved down my throat.

Once he got me remove my now drooled on fingers from my mouth he turned on the overhead light to assess the damage. Besides some slightly singed marks on my two fingers and a crazy hairdo inspired by the 60's afro, I was ok. It took several minutes for him to register what it was I had done but then the laughter kicked in as he rolled around, with tears streaming down his face and giggling like a little school girl asked out by the class jock.

After several long minutes lapsed by with Sexy Soldier rolling out of the car and onto the driveway laughing, I was able to insert the key into its correct location, start the vehicle and drive to our intended destination. By the time I returned home with Sexy Soldier in the vehicle, my hair had dropped several inches and the pain had virtually left my fingers.

By morning, all that remained of my exploration of electricity where the small singed marks on my fingers and my husbands stiffled laughter as he watched me carefully examine and insert the key into the ignition before driving him to the base.