Carnage in the bedroom
We may as well live in a swamp. Last year O'lover and two neighbors contracted the West Nile Virus. They were all sick for days.
This year it seems that I'm the only one being eaten alive.
"Oliver have you been getting ANY mosquito bites?"
He just said "No".
Hahahahahaaaaaa. I guess it really is my turn to be sacrament for the little buggers.
Last night and for several nights previous...
O'lover has been passed out on our bed completely oblivious of the war i wage with a swarm of mosquitoes. I've been using our mattress as a trampoline so i can smack mosquitoes against the ceiling with my library book (still reading Anna Karenina). The resulting carnage on my formerly white ceiling and my growing ruthless cold bloodedness BEGS the question:
Is this What Jesus Would Do? Would he kill poor innocent buggies? Or would he command them to leave? Can't see him wasting his time.
So I'm left to think...I'm bringing this on myself. It must be something I'm doing to call forth the pestilence.
It's the diet coke with lime.
We all make sacrifices. I can't drink carbonation discreetly. And to get through my work day I've taken up drinking diet coke with lime, thus sacrificing my ladyness.
And this year I'm the mosquitoes star attraction. Hmmm. see the connection? Soooo if i take back my ladyness, dump the diet coke with lime, i may restore balance to the universe! and the pestilence will pass us over.
"honey, i really don't think i'm a very logical person."
he just said, "i love you."
"but do you think i'm logical?"
he just said, "that's a vague question."