OK, so I get a lot of splinters. A LOT. And every time I debate with myself . . . which is worse?
Big, painful, stick gouging my hand splinters
. . . or . . .
itsy, bitsy, hard to find but I can feel them splinters.
Well today the debate ended.
I know what is the worst.
Dozens of itsy bitsy splinters in an impossible to reach by myself spot . . . I brushed up against an old wooden door with the top of my arm. Looks like the hubby will be doing some surgery tonight!!
Thanks for joining my pity party . . . now back to making furniture.