ow ow ow ow ow. Two words: hot wax. My "large, green, i-love-it-cause-it-smells-so-clean" candle spilled all over my hand. It can't be a good thing that my left hand is much redder and puffier than the right, can it? Ugh. How do I manage to be such a klutz? This was not the way I intended to start my vacation.