That's what I heard the Pastor scream.
What's the matter?
You know those little band-aids, the ones that are about the size of a nickle? The Pastor had ripped one off of his sexy, muscular man arm, taking a few hairs with it.
And you know what he said to me?
"Do you have any idea how much that hurt????"
Really! I think I just might. Tweezers, anyone? Hot wax? A LASER BEAM SEARING THE HAIR FROM THE VIRGIN FLESH OF YOUR INNER THIGH???
I'm blogging this in bed and the Pastor is next to me trying to sleep in spite of his painful band-aid wound. I have an urge to suddenly develop some of that bedside manner he claims I lack and doctor him up - with a few band-aids of course.