Pain is fun.

I have a hole in my foot. 

Thanks, Clarke.

I have a hole in my calf. 

Thanks, Barry.

I have a blister on my hand.

That would be my fault.  I was holding the Roman Candle a little to close to the exploding end while I was lighting it.

Heh.  Oops.

At least the holes in my body will regenerate.  Unlike Jessie's shirt.  There's no fixin' that black-edged hole... or the scorch mark on her shoulder.  Or the scorch marks on Kamaron (pretty sure I'm responsible for one or two of those... and Dad can claim any scorch marks on the jeans pockets).

*Sigh*

I've missed our Roman Candle battles.  This one involved more Candles than ever before, and consequently more injuries to self and wardrobe. 

Yeah.  It was epic.