So, my husband and I took the kids to the park to play. The kids were having a great time. We met up with Mike's sister and her little one. One would say, " what a great day here at the park. No kids crying, getting hurt..." Well, the kids were fine! I was chasing my son around the park. We went up and down the bridges and ramps and slides. And then, my son made his way down the fire pole. I thought, ok I can do this. My fat ass can handle going down the pole. Pulse, pole dancing is fun and is considered exercise...Right? Well about a quarter ways down the pole, my fingers were burning. At this point, with my fingers burning, I thought to myself, better make it all the way down, b/c if I let go here, I could hurt my knee or some other part of my body. By the time I got down the pole, my finger prints had been rubbed off and left at the top.Pain rushing through, tears have not yet formed. I told my son that my fingers were burning and all he did was, laugh, "HAHA." sounding like Nelson from the Simpsons. Thinking to myself, what a little snot he was. I told my husband and sister-in-law and all they could do is laugh at me. Now, my fingers didn't hurt badly, just my pride! I went to the park bathroom, to run my hands under water. Boy, it felt great, for a short time. The pain rushed back when I took my hands out from under the water. I told Mike and his sister that I had to go and get ice or something. And then, my, ooooh soooo “sweet” sister in-law chuckles, "Only you!" and Mike adding in, "Only you, on a playground, full of kids and adults. You get hurt! It's a padded playground! How on earth could you pull this off?!" Let it be a padded playground, a short bus and I am wearing a helmet, I will find a way to have a Homer moment. Moral of the story, never pole play or dance at a playground. Leave it to the Pros at Double Vision! Personal Goal: Find a new husband and sister-in-law to show some love when hurt and send my son off to Boarding School..