Yuck Yuck!

I have been busy lately. Apparently, so busy I don't notice when things cling to myself for all night.

Let me 'splain. I got home the other night, and went out back to water the garden. I did so, then came back in. I watched the twins, and wrote some...I'm writing a story, more on that later...and then went to bed.

The next morning I woke up, showered, and began to towel off. What's this? I ask myself, looking at my foot. I don't remember a mole there. I don't look closer. I have a sneaking suspicion, and I'm NOT bringing my foot closer to my face if that is what I think it is.

I run to Trevor. I tell him to look at my foot. He says, "oh, you have a tick." in a very conversational way. I squeak. I shudder, I wimper. I make him get rid of it, then throw myself into his arms. Yucky yucky yucky! I hate ticks. I hates them, precious. rrrrrr.

I still shudder when I think on it. Bleah.