Two months ago I burned myself with boiling water. And it hurt somethin’ awful. Just somethin’ awful, y’all. The reason the boiling water spilled out on my hand and wrist is because of the pot holder I was using. Let’s just say that it wasn’t in the best of shape because it was literally coming unraveled. But, I am not one to just toss something when it’s working just fine. Right? However, it wasn’t working “just fine” that day because one of the strands got caught on the grate on my gas stove top and yep, you guessed it, the water kept going and spilled over on me. Immediately, I knew that I should have thrown that awful thing away. As I sat soaking my hand in a bowl of cold water, I cursed myself for being so cheap and for not buying a new pot holder. For the love, Cindy, you can get one at (the) Wal-Mart(s) for $3.59 plus tax. “They” say hindsight is 20/20. I see the remnant of the burn every day. There is a light red mark that is about 2 inches long and 3/4 of an inch wide. It’s not real ugly, but it’s there. Most people never see it. But I do. I put some cream on it that was supposed to reduce the effects of the scarring. But the funny this is, I don’t mind the scar. It’s a reminder of the lessons I learned, as simple as they may be. But mostly it reminds me to throw away the things that need throwing away. And to buy a new pot holder.