Thursday, June 07, 2007

Quick to the rescue, quick with the wit

The grass in my yard is so incredibly dry and brittle from lack of rain that I actually got a splinter while walking around barefoot yesterday evening. Well, maybe it was a tiny piece of wood or a thorn, but I'd rather blame the dry grass -- it certainly was uncomfortable to walk on.

This morning, while getting ready for work, I attempted to pull the splinter out with tweezers. It wasn't working (probably because I'd left it in overnight), so Misty opened up a drawer in the bathroom, fished around a bit, and pulled out a safety pin. "Try this," she told me.

After a few seconds, I'd worked the splinter out easily. "That was a good idea," I said. "Thanks."

"Well, my nickname isn't the 'world's greatest badass' for nothing," Misty replied.

"Really?," I asked. "Who calls you that?"

"Me," she said. "But it's important that I believe in myself."

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