I got my first mosquito bite of the year on Sunday while puttering around the yard with Jacob. I thought that meant it was pretty much certifiably summer (the date of March 30th notwithstanding), although now it's cool and gloomy and I'm thoroughly confused.
However, I've realized something: going outside on a warm evening is just like going to the doctor's office. Some sneaky bastard is always going to come up to you and jab a needle into your arm to insert some sinister liquid, without really taking into consideration whether you wanted that sinister liquid inserted in the first place, and then you're going to be walking around pouting with a sore arm for the next three days.
Sore? Yes, sore. I feel like I just got a tetanus shot. Any mosquito that's incompetent enough to bite its patient on a big painful patch of arm muscle instead of a vein should have its license revoked and its office seized, and I intend to file suit for malpractice. See you in court, pointy-nose.Posted by dianna at March 30, 2004 11:24 AM