I am currently suffering from the extremely painful itching of 30+ mosquito bites-and this is now joke! Fifteen bites were from the friendly mosquitos at Mt. Logan Middle School, where I played volleyball last Tuesday night and the rest attacked me when I went on my ward camp-out on Friday night.
I don't know what it is about me, but they just seem to love me. And, you must understand, the mosquito bites that I get are not just any regular bites-they turn into cancerous, deformed, white bubbles that spread throughout my body like a good piece of juicy gossip. Quite frankly they are disgusting.
So on Saturday afternoon, with my eight cancers on my forehead, I decided to attend La Boheme, an Italian opera that is playing for the Utah Festival Opera. Don't worry, they didn't kick me out because of my massive deformed face, they escorted me to the nearest handicap seat and advised me to not fret about the intent staring of others in the opera hall. They believed I must be part of Make a Wish Foundation and this was my wish-to attend an opera before I died.
I happened to be offered tickets to that night's performance of The Music Man also. "What the heck," I thought,"two performances in one day, why not?" It's not like my bites were going to get any better and since both of the shows were free to me I might as well enjoy them.
Oh, don't you even worry, this is not the end of my story-On Sunday, to add to my ugly face I managed to burn myself, not only once, but twice, with my curling iron. Doing your hair is so overrated.
Maybe if I'm lucky my mosquito bites and burn marks will be cleared up by Saturday for family pictures-that would be cool.
If nothing else comes from this experience I have become a little more cultured.
2 comments:
Grandma Jo swears by her garlic pills to keep the skeeters away. Maybe you should try that!
Windex ... you definitely need to try Windex! :P
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