Gonna make it quick

I gotta make this quick, because I'm tired and it's late. Tonight we went to my friend Hannah's house, because my family, Hannah's family, and our other friends, the Murphie's, get together every first Friday of the month. Of course, since it was Good Friday on the first Friday this month, we couldn't get together, so we did it today. Sometimes we do it here at our house, sometimes at the Murphie's house, but this time at Hannah's. The person at the house it's being held at usually makes the main meal, and everyone else brings a dish to pass. One time we did a pasta bar, and everyone brought a different kind of pasta. Tonight we had roast pork (Hannah's mom made it) and our family brought mashed potatoes, which I made from scratch. There's a story behind those mashed potatoes, though. . . . Since we usually get a big amount of people at these dinners, I had to make a lot of mashed potatoes. I used about 5-7 pounds of potatoes, but I left the skin on them and only took off the eyes. When I had finished this, I put them in the pressure cooker, because that was our biggest pot. We decided just to skip using the pressure part of it and use it as a normal pot. When the potatoes came to a boil, I wanted to make sure they were not burning. I put oven mitts on (Thank Goodness!) and opened the pot. Suddenly, the boiling water rushed out, and I managed to step back quick enough so that it only splashed (and scalded) my foot. When the boiling water came splashing out, I started shrieking at a high pitched tone. Of course, the whole house heard me and came running to my aid. My mom told me to take of my soaked sock, so I tore it off. I grasped my foot in pain and felt the skin that had curled up, leaving a red, red burn. There was on big burn and my foot and one toe were dotted with little burns. I backed into the corner of the kitchen, foot on the ground and my mom insisted I sit down. I sank into a sitting possition, sobbing because of the sudden burst of pain and because I had thought I had ruined the potatoes. On my outstreched, burned foot a bag of Birdseye corn was dropped, and the stinging made grasp my knee in pain, a habit which I have when experiencing great pain. A bandage with olive oil on it was put on my burn, for olive oil helps better then any other creams. I sat there a little while, waiting for mom to bring me a new sock, to replace my soaked one. It's still hurting a bit now, but it's much better then before. Believe me, though, it hurt tons on the way to Hannah's and on the way home. It didn't hurt so much there, though, because I was so busy chatting with people I didn't have time to think about it. I suppose this is not a short post, but hey, there was a lot to tell. I'm real sorry, PTchick, for not getting to reading your story. I've been so busy lately, but I promise to read it tomorrow!!!!!!!!! With a burned foot, Lucie