LOL, JZ! Everyone was pretty much horrified. I was in shock so pretty much had to be told later what happened. I DO remember one of the sisters running to the fridge to get a stick of butter(!) because she thought it would help separate my hands...

It didn't. But it sizzled up real nice.

watches the bloodshed and immolation from the hall

Barb, maybe have a doctor look at the burn if it's that bad so it doesn't get infected? (said because a friend didn't, and it did)

Sparky how did nanny days 1 & 2 go?

eta: the allyson book vids had me totally rapt. Well done cat-herders and cats.

egad javachik, that's a truly horrifying story. YEOWCH!

I am going to sit here and feel very blessed that I have no story to contribute to this conversation.

Argh. I just took a shower, and the wire shelf thing where I keep my shampoo and soap and stuff collapsed. Bottles and soaps and stuff spilled everywhere.

Lessee: all before the age of 13 - fell on a swingset, needed 43 stitches in my face; bitten by a dog, needed 149 stitches in my face; broke my left collarbone; broke my left arm (and in a cast for 4 months 8 days); 2nd degree burns on 3 fingers (and removed my eyebrows and eyelashes in the PUFF! of very, very hot smoke).

I suspect the "funniest" story there is when I got the dogbite, the year after the OTHER stitches-in-face thingy, I ran home bleeding profusely, and told my horrified mother, "We're NOT going to the hospital this time NO NO NO." I was...I think...6.

I hope that didn't result you in fearing dogs as an adult?

It did, somewhat. Large dogs (this was a retired police German Shepherd that attacked me) that I don't know and act aggressively get an instinctive reaction from me that, unfortunately, has been known to become a feedback loop: it scares me, I get more scared, it gets MORE aggressive, I get MORE scared, etc.

However, I LOVE dogs that like me. LOVE THEM. My mom has 2, my sister has 1, most of my friends have dogs. I can play kinda rough with the rougher ones, too - it's just strangers that make me get all twitchy.

it's just strangers that make me get all twitchy.

Understandable!

Yikes on the dogbites!

My friend Claudine was attacked by a pit bull when she was a toddler and it took more than 280 stitches to fix her face. The doctor did a great job so that the scar was just a line rather than something that pulled her face askew (she was still quite pretty). They had a reunion when she was in college and he admired his handiwork.

We kept playing until we realized that a piano key was embedded in my forehead.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

That's really fucked up (and kind of cool).