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chicken pox > mosquito bites

The summer between second and third grade I came down with a nasty case of the chicken pox.  And by nasty I mean I had a total of 11 spots that didn’t really itch.

This summer I went on a cruise where I realized that mosquitos and other ankle biters don’t travel into the middle of the ocean.  Yessss.  When I got home I innocently sat on my stoop,  like the true Brooklynite that I am.  Without fail every mosquito in the tri-state area converged onto my legs. Kill me.

So now,  between my peeling sunburn and my 493029 mosquito bites,  which are red like Coke cans and hot,  I find myself wishing to be that 7 year old with that nasty case of chicken pox.

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