It’s Not What It’s Cracked Up To Be.

Anyone who claims, as my daughter did this afternoon, that body piercing doesn't hurt is lying.

Took Baguette and her friend Kristen to the Tattoo and Piercing shop. Baguette had her belly button done and Kristen her lobes.

Told Baguette several times that I couldn't understand why she'd want to do that, but she's paying for it, in more ways than one.

Baguette took off to show her new jewelry to her friends and the 'Old Bag' took to the bedroom to sulk because I wouldn't take her out dancing.

I thought that a little unfair, as I had taken her out for lunch, haven't danced since high school and told her I'd take her fishing Saturday. She might even learn to like fishing.

That left me in the living room, doing what I really wanted to do on a Friday night - finish tying my fourth dozen humpies and watching Iron Chef.

I slipped into a pair of fleece pants and then my easy-chair, pulling my tying box into position in front of me. As I shifted in my chair I felt a sudden pain which caused me to whip around to see what was biting me on the ass. Which caused the cause to be driven even further into my flesh.

It didn't take but a second to dawn on me. It was a hook - a #10 Mustad 94840 and still barbed. And, it was deep, the shank running in and the point coming out. It was also hooked through my fleece, further compounding the situation.

The thought of driving to emergency with my hand down my pants to keep the hook from moving and my bum hovering above the seat did not appeal to me. "I'd have to take care of this problem myself."

Holding the hook and fleece with one hand I searched the bedroom with the other - for sympathy and for the keys to the toolshed where I might find my sidecutters, if I was lucky.

Found the keys, found the sidecutters, but I didn't find any sympathy.

Had to perform the operation myself, not that I'd want to entrust it to the 'Old Bag' on this particular evening. I cut the shank and pulled the hook out.

Considered applying a bandage, but I really didn't feel like looking at myself in the mirror.

I mean, I'd already been called an a**hole once this evening.

"There are no steelhead".