Burning boo-boos

I've decided that the reason that Will Ferrell is so totally funny is because he has NO inhibition at ALL. I'm laughing so hard I'm about to run to the bathroom. Honestly. And he can keep a straight face.

So, yesterday Helena burned her sweet little paw at my mom's house. She was sitting on the counter (I know, I've told Mom a million times not to put her up there!) and reached up and touched a halogen light under the cupboard. I never would have thought THAT would happen...I was concerned that she was going to fall off, not burn her hand. Anyway, at her well-baby checkup today the Dr. had to treat the burn. Now her hand is wrapped in gauze and she has to wear a mitten so she doesn't pull the gauze off. It's kind of cute - she wants me to kiss it anytime someone mentions it. I have magical healing powers. It's terrible to say this, but she has an enormous blister - I can't believe how big it is! - and yet, she doesn't seem affected by it almost at all. The good news is that she's in the 75 percentile and healthier than most horses, except possibly thoroughbreds that cost a million bucks. Maybe. Even so, she had to suffer through two shots. Poor girl.

I'm off to bed. Early tomorrow (8:20am!) we'll be at the JCPenney Portrait Studio getting Christmas photos, then off to the Dr. to have the blister lanced. Great, huh? And Dan has the day off! Yippee!

By the way, we have three inches of snow on the ground. Shhhh - I hear Bing Crosby! "I'm dreaming..."