Wednesday at the bbq at the Fikes, I got about ten different splinters jabbed into my hand. It wasn't fun. Especially when one of them refused to be removed, even with tweesers. I had to wait until I got home, and then spent a good five minutes with a needle trying to remove the now, "half-splinter". I felt like such a big baby. Ah, it's okay
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