Crazy Thing Numero Uno:
About two weeks ago, I was minding my own business walking over to my computer sitting on the dining room table when I suddenly felt a hot searing pain in my left foot. An insect flew up as I hobbled/ran away, screaming obscenities. My toes and the joint swelled and throbbed, but after a panicked call to Tate and quick search on Google I discovered that I’d been stung by a paper wasp. The severe pain and swelling was totally normal! Fantastic!
The wasp’s reign of terror ended when I found the largest fly swatter available to man, which was actually a broom with a dust pan attached to the bottom, and KILLED HIM DEAD with at least 10 whacks.
Here’s the crazy part. A few days later, I was minding my own business at a friend’s pool when suddenly I felt hot searing pain in my neck. My friend Kate came to my rescue and murdered the assailant…a WASP. I’d been stung in two places!
Retribution for killing Paulie the Wasp at my house? Seems an awful lot like a Wasp Mafia hit. After having only been stung twice in my lifetime, it’s a little suspicious that I was stung three times in less than a week.
Crazy Thing Numero Dos:
My running girls and I decided that we needed one more celebration commemorating our half marathon (what?), but this time we found it in our hearts to include our husbands. After all, they had solo parented for three months of Tuesday nights, Saturday mornings, and for our weekend away.
My friend Amanda’s husband Dan sat down next to me while we were eating dinner. We had met briefly a few times before, but I’d never actually had a conversation with him. While talking we discovered that we went to the same university, Southwest Missouri State, now known as Missouri State. Small world!
But then, he said, “What sorority were you in? You look kind of familiar…”
And this is where it got really crazy. Suddenly, memories flooded in and I realized that I actually KNEW Dan!
In one breath I said, “NO WAY You were a Sigma Chi and we sat next to each other in Chem 107 and I invited you to a dance and you said no because you had to go home that weekend to paint houses Amanda I know your husband from college and I asked him out and he turned me down!”
So if you didn’t catch that: I sat next to Dan in a class in college in the 90′s in MISSOURI and there I sat next to the same Dan fifteen years later in TENNESSEE, the husband of a very good friend of mine.
Amanda insisted we take a picture to reenact the photo opp that didn’t happen back in 1995. Here we are and I’m holding cilantro. I don’t know why either.