That One Time

I have so much to tell you! I think I'm going to split up my tales so that there is more Que Sera, Sara to go around. Deal?
Let me begin with the most recent and most on my mind....

Remember that one time I did yard work?
That is how I will refer to this evening in the future. Because it will probably never happen again. I'm sure I've mentioned before that I am allergic to everything. Even myself, I am convinced. So perhaps my decision to get out there and be a productive, green-thumbed, home-maintaining adult was not in my best interest.

My main task was to trim the hedge in the front of the house. (Note: I originally typed that sentence as "My main task was to trim my bush out front" but I changed it because I giggled and blushed. Then I defeated the purpose by writing it now in these parentheses.) It's been awhile since it's gotten some TLC, so it was a LITTLE out of control. Roughly two minutes passed before I noticed my first mosquito bite. I have probably mentioned before how irresistible I am to those little buzzy dip shits. Here are the things they like:

O-Negative Blood ...Check
Blonde Hair ...Check
Fair Skin ...Check
Females ...Check
Good Sense of Humor ...Check (ok that one is not real)

So basically I am a mosquito's dream. Long story short, I now look like I have chicken pox. JOY! Maybe next time I will just have to bring along a smaller, blonder, paler, sweeter tasting version of me that can distract the mosquitoes away from me. Anyone have a delightful Sweedish child I can borrow?

So maybe I was being dramatic before, the yard work really wasn't that bad. Trimmed the hedge, pulled some weeds, did a little sprucing up. I like using the clippers, they make me feel powerful and like I could kill someone. (Always a good feeling.) It was a great night weather-wise as well. If there were no mosquitoes, I would be outside all the time in the evenings this time of year.


Now that I have slathered up with an excess amount of Benadryl Extra Strength Anti-Itch Relief, I am feeling pretty good. Maybe I will get back out there tomorrow and move on to the back yard! (ha.)
You can tell by Joey's face that he was not too impressed... maybe I should stick to indoor activities.