Gardeners must be Sadists.

Everytime it gets warm out, I always want to become some magical gardener. In my old house downtown, I had avocado plants growing over my balcony, organic lemon seeds, apple seeds, you name it an I wanted to plant it. This time is no different. After a successful experiment where boyfriend brought home a mysterious electric green pepper that he 'got from some guy at work', he picked up a little cayenne pepper plant that is currently exploding with peppers ( about 22 in all stages of growth). I was given a small pepper from a friend at school and once she shriveled up, I popped her into a planter box and there she is still sitting... Making me wait anxiously to see her sprout.( the pepper not the girl)
So last week while at school when I found the mother of all jalapinos just sitting abandoned on the spice rack in class and wilting quickly, I asked if it belonged to anyone and they all replied 'no...' like they wanted to say ' no Wierdo that mostly shriveled up dead pepper is not mine. And why your gazing at it like it's your first born confuses and amuses me.'
I digress.
So yesterday was the day. I set forth to germinate my treasure. I set up a germination station in the kitchen with ziplock bags and moist paper towel, and sliced into my baby.
That sounds wierd. Anyhoo. It wasn't until I was delirious with joy over the completion of my experiment that I remembered that I had a lemon in the trunk of my car :D ( don't ask) so with haste and joy I bolted to my car, grabbed the lemon and hurried back inside to free the seeds from there fleshy cells. It wasn't until ten second later that things started to go wrong... Horribly wrong. While squeezing the lemon halves to get at the seeds, a comically large spurt if lemon juice lept from the lemon, fueled by my sqeeZing, and was heading straight for my face. Befor I could even register what was happening, I was in the midst if a full frontal assault. With lemon juice in my eyes my first instinct was... To rub my eyes. With what prey tell? ... My jalapino hands.

Let's let that thought marinate for a second...

Yeah. So at this juncture I am in tremendous amount of pain, my right eye ball is burning in a citrus Jalapino hell! As I bounce around trying to think of anything that can help that didn't envolve me touching my face, I slammed my hand on the counter. The rush of pain to my fingers prompted me to, yes stick them
In my mouth. Good lord right now I am just a hot mess. Burn and sore and freaking out I sat there helplessly crying with make up streaming out of one eye and waited for the storm to pass.
Stupid burning fire lemon storm. As soon as I could stand and function without looking like a drunk zombie, I thoroughly washes my hands.
I walked outside with my experiments and places them in the sun light. I stood there stairing at them, shooting love beams from my eyes into their bags and then realized what a disaster I was looking like... I was so happy and they are so so cute, I hope the germination works... I this how all gardeners are? Ai carumba