Ouch.

Yesterday, walking around all day in the heat at Six Flags in wet shorts, my thighs got chafed to the point that they were raw and walking became pretty painful.

My sister apparently led her husbands and kids in making fun of me when I tried to walk so that it wouldn't hurt as much. They definitely were making smartass remarks while they were walking behind me (I could hear them) and laughing any time I looked back at them. They tried to act like they were far enough behind me that I couldn't possibly hear them, but they made sure I could hear that they thought it was hilarious that I was in pain.

I was mad enough that when they got back to the car, I showed them the raw spots on my legs, and I said, "Here's what you think is so funny." Oh, not so funny anymore? No, go on and laugh some more. Come on, show me what a great sense of humor you have, because it's so funny that it hurts me to walk.