The truth must be heard!

Years and years ago, on a July third much like today, something happened to my friend Kristin. This story has been told and retold over the years but Kristin and I have very (very) different versions of what happened. She and I are both going to tell our stories today and let you, readers, decide which of us is telling the truth. I like to think my reputation will speak for itself and that it will be clear who is being honest.

So here's the story. The true story.

It was July 3rd, 199-. Kristin and I were having a sleep over at Kristin's house. We had sleep overs all of the time, and it was always the same. Kristin made me sleep on the floor with only a decorative pillow to sleep on. It was not very comfortable. On this particular night, I decided that I'd had enough and I wanted a real pillow.

Let me back up. This may seem like a digression, but it is very important to the story. Kristin had this bad habit of leaving her curling iron plugged in all day so that by the end of the day, it was about 1000 degrees hot. She kept it on a table by her bed.

Back to the story. So, Kristin and I were sitting on her bed and I asked her if I could please use a real pillow that night. She said no, that she loved her pillow and wouldn't give it up. I begged and told her it was hard for me to sleep on the floor with only the decorative pillow to rest my head on. She smirked and said that was too bad. I looked over at the soft, fluffy pillow next to her and decided I'd have to fight for this. (I was desperate for a good night's sleep!) I grabbed the pillow but she reacted fast and grabbed it back. It turned into a tug of war. Unfortunately for Kristin, I was (and still am) stronger than her. She lost her grip on the pillow and fell off her bed. On her way to the floor, she caught the cord of the curling iron with her neck which made the iron flip off the table and onto her neck. Sizzzzzle! I was mortified!

We ran to get help. Everyone gathered around the kitchen table to look at Kristin's neck and decide how serious it was. Ryan consulted his Boy Scout manual and determined that it was a third degree burn. I rode with Kristin and her mom to the emergency room where we spent the majority of the night. I was very concerned about her neck, but it was clearly an accident and not anyone's fault. I can't help it that Kristin has weak arms!

Years later I found out that Kristin had been telling quite a different version of the story. To read her version, click here. Kristin will post it sometime today. I think it will be clear who's telling the truth.