Yes, today. Yes, for more than an hour. I had a stupid’s night sleep last night, and it hit me at 4:00 p.m. today. Peter was leaving for what? Soccer (Gasp! Shocking, I know.)!
So I went full-throttle. Grabbed the Zune (yes, I am the ONE person who owns one), a quilt and a pillow and headed for the yard.
Yes, it’s absolutely WRONG that I am using the word ‘quilt’ in August, but I was really trying to protect myself from the bugs that enjoy sucking my blood.
The I remembered – it’s dragonfly season – which means mosquito season is on a significant decline. This small revelation, along with the fact that I was looking at my roped target as it practically glowed in a warm patch of sunlight. Definitely no bugs. Not even a deer fly
And the next thing I knew Peter came to kiss me before he left and gave me a push.
When I woke up it was an hour later and there was a mosquito on my forehead.
And that’s where the love affair ended.
