My New Year started with a bang, hundreds of them to exact. There were so many fireworks going off all night. One decided to go rogue and set it's eyes on me or my chest to be exact.
<---This is what my chest looked like 5 minutes past midnight. It hurt like hell and I was cussing up a storm. And before anyone says I shouldn't have been close to it, I wasn't close to it. I'm an adult and I know better. The pain has subsided but now I'm worried about scarring. Are my cleavage showing days over? By 12: 30 I was at home laying down with burn medicine all over my chest. But not before someone put butter on it at the party I was at, then was told by numerous people butter is just an old wise tale and not to be put on a burn. So then I got lathered with mustard and smelled like a hot dog. :P What a way to start the New Year.