arricura

So, I did make it back from the geriatricland of palm trees and spiders as big as your hand.

Work was busy and fun and productive, I'm hoping I did lots of worthwhile networking, and made some new friends.

I spent the weekend with my parents, basking in the pool for probably a good 60 hours in the 4 days I was there. Came home with sun poisoning on my arms, but who really gives a shit, I'm tan!!! (Well, I'm tan on my arms and legs and face. I still have a blinding white bread belly from wearing a 1-piece but that's what they make tanning beds for...

Since I didn't get in til Midnight on Sunday, and had lots of errands to do Monday while Trev got to play roller hockey, I'm still kind of settling in. I managed to crack my head on the inside of the fridge, jam the palm of my hand into the pointy corner of the coffee table, and this morning...

I roll out of bed, sleep still very much in me, and within the first minute of being vertical, I am stung by a bee IN MY FOOT.

The little fucker was on the floor, hell he might have even been dead when he stung me, but I assure you that he was sure as hell dead when I got done with him, after I cursed and kicked and whined.

Merry Fucking Morning.