Missing an Old Friend

Happy Birthday Hannah. We wish you a fun birthday and a lovely 12th year. Dear Emma misses dear you.

What's next, bed bugs?

Over the weekend we had to run some errands. I put on the jeans I had worn for a couple of hours the night before when we went to a performance by the United States Marine Corp Silent Drill Team at a local high school.

I put the jeans on and within a few seconds felt a sharp pain on my knee. Then another a little higher up on my thigh. It kind of felt like maybe there was a sharp something or other stuck in the fabric and poking me. I rubbed the area a few times and even put my hand inside to feel the fabric trying to find what it was. Nothing. I got zipped up again as it was time to go and, zing! Another sharp pain behind my knee and, ouch! Another one on my calf. What the...?!

I finally ripped the jeans off and turned them inside out searching for answers and there was nothing I could feel or see. So weird. But when I looked down at my leg, sure enough, there were these little red spots where I had felt the pain. Whatever, I thought. I put on another pair of pants and off we went.

But it wasn't over. The pain was getting worse. Throbbing, shooting pain. By the time we got to Target it was hard to walk normally. Clearly, I had been bitten by something, but what? While we were there we bought some Benadryl and I knew it was only a matter of time before it got better. No biggie.

When we got out to the car, Greg asked, "What do you think it was?" I replied, "Probably some sort of spider. Maybe it got in my jeans last night at the high school." He said, "What does it feel like?" I told him it felt almost like being stung by a red ant but worse -- "It's like...it's like...I ACTUALLY had ants in my pants! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

I crack myself up.

Emma did the obligatory, I'm-almost-13-and-I'm-stuck-with-this-loon-as-a-mom, eye-rolling and Greg just shook his head.