Where was Brad Paisley when I needed him?

I went to my friend's house today "out in the country". It was chilly but nice out.

We went out to see her patio. I walked off and a little ways into the woods to admire the stream that's further down the hill of her backyard.

Elapsed time in woods wearing a powder blue sweater: maybe 2 minutes.

We went back in the house for lunch. My daughter said "oh, you have a little friend" *
and pointed to my sleeve. I thought it was a spider when I glanced down but right away realized, no, that's a tick.

(* awesome, that she didn't scream and freak out)

My friend took me in her powder room, snagged it with a tissue and flushed it away.

Back at the table I had no sooner sat down when I scratched behind my ear (woof) and scraped off tickmeister #2. Flushed that one too.

A few minutes later Mr. C. saw #3 on my other sweater sleeve. Now this was getting annoying. I checked over my clothes but didn't see any more.

We ate, walked down her road a little, looked at the pond, and my kids played and fished a little with hers.

Back in the house I lifted my sweater to scratch my stomach. Number four did not want to leave the party. Dammit. Not as funny anymore. I had been able to laugh it off until then.

At this point since Brad was not around (refer to his song, "I'd like to check you for ticks", which is more gross than randy...)
Mr. C. stepped up and dragged me into a bedroom and found one MORE on my back.

Party over! I found a hole in the elbow of the sweater when I got home. Just as well because I don't EVER want to wear it again.



Carly(via Blackberry)