That’s what I was; burned. By boiling hot butter that spattered my hand when I flipped a pancake and took the top layer of skin off. Ouch?
I have 4 blisters on my hand right now, but I can’t see them because they are covered in the about 50 coverings my mom put on it to decrease the chance of infection. It doesn’t hurt right now because of the dose of Motrin I took. It hurt a lot when it first happened. Feeling bad for me? Don’t. ‘Cause it didn’t hurt bad enough to keep me from going to my friends house to help her with the horse fair she was doing for her students. Or ganging up with my teenaged friends, Liz and Becky, to play practical jokes on Becky’s older brother. Or laughing so hard my guts felt like they were going to spill out after his crude response. Or chasing Becky around because of her badness. Or throwing water balloons.
A great day?
5 horse-crazy 10 year old girls, 2 horses, 1 foal, 2 teenagers, cheese, secrets, a phone, and one unsuspecting victim.

Yeah.
It was a great day.

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