I have a lot to say when you're presented the Gold Spanko award, but I can't compose it tonight because that silly thing called work is getting in the way. And since I'm a little worried about what will happen if I don't make my deadline (afraid of that damned hairbrush, not my employer!), I have to focus on that tonight.
I'm just stopping in to say that I'm glad I didn't lose too many points for squirming, especially when the inner thigh thing happened.
Ouch is an understatement.
Oh! And I wanted to post pictures of your tools of torment.
