I am one big ole blister geist all over, man. You want to know how? Probably not, but I'm going to tell you anyway. (That's the way blogs go. At least as far as I can tell.)
Yesterday after conference (which was great, by the way) the family went for a walk. It wasn't a very long walk; maybe 20 minutes or so. Still, I came away with at least three blisters on my feet. You might be thinking, "What's wrong with your feet?" The right question to ask, however, is "What's wrong with your shoes?" Huh. NEVER go on a walk with D.I. Sunday shoe specials.
Ooh, and later on in the evening I was being a nice, kind sister by sharpening all of Steenie's (that's a nickname for my little sister, by the way, to anyone who doesn't already know) colored pencils, and now I have two very painful blisters on my right hand. My writing hand. Not cool.
So now I'll give my fingers a break by ending this post. Adieu... for now.
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