Wednesday, November 7, 2007
There I was minding my own business...
when a mosquito decided it needed a feast and I was the main dish. I was actually not minding my own business because I was reading my daughter's blog--brinni27.blogspot.com--and enjoying everyone's comments for her postings. I felt a little "itch" spot on my neck and then it grew into a "scratch-me-or-else" spot and my right hand couldn't help itself; it responded with maniacal scratching. Then I felt another little "itch" spot on my ankle and soon after one on my foot. I guess I had become the moveable feast for the winged beastie. Now I have three big, itchy welts on my body and somewhere in my house there's a bloated mosquito passed out after his repast. I'd go searching, but I know he is hiding away somewhere until his body absorbs all my AB positive blood and he's ready for a little dessert. Perhaps I'll just spritz a little whipped cream on my other ankle and wait patiently...and mind my own business.
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That's nothin' -- I have a gigantor spider living in my bedroom. I discovered him one morning in a pair of pants that was on the floor. He scurried away, but was found the next morning in the same spot. I guess he likes my pants!
Oh, yeah, well I have a man-eating gnome under MY bed, so there!
Good grief, are you two siblings still trying to compete? Okay, I declare the contest over and say unequivocably, "I win!"
Incidentally B--if you'd hang your pants up, spiders wouldn't nest in them. Just a thought.
And if you have a man-eating gnome under your bed, only Alex needs to be worried since you're a woman and he (the gnome) won't be interested in eating you. Perhaps B could lend you his pantsy spider...
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