Red Badge of Courage

Flesh eating bacteria? Some sort of necrotized spider bite slowly turning my snow white triceps into a gooey meat paste?

Nope. Good guesses, though. That mark was given to me via a sonic-boom racquetball shot from Kory. It's hard to tell, but it was DIRECTLY on my nerve-packed funny bone. At first it felt like my arm was dipped in freezing cold water, and then it felt like nothing at all. It went numb from the elbow down for about a half hour. It was fairly bizarre. I didn't feel my thumb until the next morning. Intense I tell ya. Kory felt bad, but he shouldn't. I kinda deserved it for standing directly in front of him and having an arm in the first place.

I've noticed a trend in this family. Only girls e-Journal. It's the new scrap booking. It's unacceptable. It's outrageous, even. So my outrage at this gender-gap in self-publication, coupled with my desire to further perpetuate certain comparisons has forced me to decide that contributions from me will be atleast occasional.