As promised...here is the splinter story.
Sunday afternoon, our church had several cook-outs a different houses through out town. The deal is that you chose a cook-out to go to and then you maybe met new people from church. Great idea - by the way.
Anyways, I show up at this cook-out, homemade carrot cake in hand (it was so hot that the icing melted off my cake - but it was all gone, so they still liked it), and start making nice with people. I walk outside with my friend Sara and we decide on these built in wooden seats on the deck. Now, many people had been sitting on these before me, but wouldn't you know....
I sat down, looked at Sara and said "Um, either something just stung me through my jeans, or I currently have a splinter in my BEHIND!!!" Of course, I stand up, Sara looks - starts laughing - and pulls a three inch piece of wood out of my jeans. She's laughing, I'm laughing, but then I realize we have a problem. I look at her and say...."Um, Sara, that's great and all, but the wood broke off and I still have a splinter in my behind....right now....and it's not comfortable." Sweet Sara looks at me, laughs, and says "Now that's really unfortunate".
What do I do? I kind of sit on the other side and try not to further push the splinter in.
After the cook-out, my older sister Becky asks me to come down to her neighbor's house. Now, I say "neighbor" but the neighbors are all kind of like family. I explained about my splinter, but said I'd run by anyways. I show up at Pam's, and Becky is on it....she is sure my splinter is going to get infected - I absolutely HAVE to get the splinter out then. I was sure I could do it myself...Pam and Becky were not.
I should insert here and say that Becky has no problem changing clothes and stripping down in front of folks, but I'm not the same way.
Pam is a nurse, and they were not going to leave me alone until the splinter was removed. After about 20 minutes of listening to the both of them go on and on - I somehow ended up in Pam's bathroom, with Pam and Becky both trying to practice splinter removal techniques. Yeah, not one of my finer moments.
Pam then stated that I probably wasn't going to come to her house ever again - after ended up with them in the bathroom - I told her that she might get more people to come over if they knew that much fun was going on. ha!
So, the splinter is gone - along with my dignity, but hey - isn't that just like something that would happen to me?
