On Monday night for family home evening (which according to our children we never have) we decided to go up to Willard Peak to have a Hot Dog Roast. We grabbed some 32 oz sodas and a package of frozen hot dogs and off we went. It is incredibly beautiful up there. We were going to go to the top but the road gets really bad so we turned around and decided to go to Camp Mantua.
Earlier in the summer Britton went up there for his Aaronic Priesthood camp. One of the activities that they did was write their testimonies on brass plates. Then they put them all together and buried them on the mountain.
Britt found where they were buried and read us his testimony. He is a great kid and I love him. It was awesome to have him read his testimony to us.
It is now time for dinner and Robbie gets this huge fire started. By the way the boxes in the fire are not from my sodas, they were the coaches. I am off the hard stuff now and only drinking Dr Pepper :). He gets it roaring so that we will have some really good coals for the hot dogs and smores. Nothing better than a fire roasted hot dog. I have my dog just where I want it and the fire starts popping.
A piece of flaming hot wood pops out of the fire and jumps right down my shirt. I get up screaming because it is burning my boob. I have a hot dog stick in one hand the I don't want to drop because it has the most perfect dog on it, the other hand is ripping up my shirt to get the coal off my burning skin and all this time I am screaming for the boys to cover their eyes because I am whipping out my chest to get the coal out. I tried to turn my back cause really who wants to see their moms breasts. Finally the coal comes out and I have a quarter size burn on my chest that is now blistering.
Of course being Gunters we have downed our sodas and not one of them has a piece of ice in it to sooth my burning bosom. I'm a thinker and remember that I have a pack of frozen hot dogs. It is the only thing that is going to help so I stuff a frozen wiener down my shirt to help soothe the blistering skin on my chest. I am not going add all the jokes that were then told about wieners and boobs but I'm not going to lie it was inappropriately funny!!. Soon after that I had my stick in the fire burning the marshmallows off and somehow fling my legs back and jab the poker into my foot. Yep burned my foot but good. I screamed a lot about this as well. Really you would think that I had never been around fire in my life!!
It has been 4 days and the blisters have popped and the burn is healing. Going to have a scar though. Really who does this kind of stuff happen to??
