Bugs, Benadryl, & Booty-shakin’

“Hey lady who got eaten by New York City!!” (or so one of my good friends from home wrote on my Facebook wall a couple days ago.) And it makes sense, considering I’ve been working two jobs, six days a week this summer. I rarely spend time in my own apartment let alone find time to visit New Jersey. Right now, though, I feel more like the lady who got eaten by malicious-and-vampirish mosquitoes (think, “i vahnt to suhck your bluhd!”). Seriously.

I woke up the other day to five or six new bug bites – two on my elbow, three on my thighs. Since then, they’ve swollen to the size of golf balls, about 2-3 inches each in diameter. Even the scars from past bug bites look like bruises on my legs, meaning I now have to carefully choose my outfits for fear of looking like I’m in an abusive relationship (which is actually impossible because Max is in Europe). My body attracts mosquitoes like a pro (i.e. I once got 33 bug bites in two hours in a field), but reacts horribly to the subsequent lovebites. Hm, sounds like I could be talking about dating?

In any case, I’ve discovered the wonder that is Benadryl – yay antihistamines and chemicals that help me sleep well (I should get paid for this endorsement)! And since I’d rather not end this post with a lame (and scary) close-up of a mosquito, I’m posting today’s Undercurrent danceparty so you can smile and laugh at my corny moves. Yes, I’m wearing shorts, but it’s too blurry to see my poor, bitten legs clearly. As for the danceparty song, Sam’s right – it’s a Kylie Friday!

(Hint- 2:13 is the best part of the whole thing)