Hurting my self (AGAIN!)

This week-end, we went to our farm house, and it was pretty same-old. Saturday, I was reading all day. Sunday, I had riding, and rode my favorite horse, Winnie, a grouchy but awsome-to-ride chestnut. Afterwards, my mom was late, so I helped the volunteers clean to feed room. The cutting-myself-into-little-peices happened a) when I was helping my parents plant the 75 trees they ordered, I scratched up my good hand on a thorn bush, and b) when I was helping my mom water the vegie-garden, I tripped over the fence, ripped my riding breaches (but I neaded new ones anyway, so that's ok,) and cut a huge whole in my leg. It's official: I'm a clutz.