People, I have MAJOR blogger-block. I sat here looking at a blank screen for 3 episodes of Friends (which will NEVER get old...EVER) and finally decided just to write the only thing that came to my mind. So please excuse awkward cob-web shaking off writing.
One time, as in Saturday, while in the midsts of an intense game of Kan Jam
(America's #1 party game... or so claims the box)
I was so in thralled with beating, creaming, absolutely demolishing every member of Reese's immediate and extended family (cause that is the way to make a GREAT impression) that I failed to notice the monstrous ant pile located exactly where I placed my right foot.
My competitiveness, that really only kicks in when I am actually winning a game...which isn't often, went into over drive. Ant bites- Shant-bites. In the heat of "jammin" moments again I failed to see the LARGE ant pile. There ya go left foot just incase you felt left out.
Finishing the game SECOND (fail) I limped over to the sideline and only then noticed that my feet were ON FIRE. I sucked it up.
"Whatever! I'm cool, this happens all the time."
1 car ride, .5 of an LSU football game and 3 long hours of not sitting "correctly" my foot was roughly the size of Montana.
I didn't take a picture... it would have grossed you out... you're welcome.
I went to Walgreens and bought Benadryl. Today I used the spray in a lesson about implying and inferring.
My favorite answer today:
What does Miss Scholz's Anti-Itch Spray imply and infer?
Imply: Miss Scholz has itchy skin
Infer: Miss Scholz didn't listen to her mom and wear bug spray.
So basically this proves I will do ANYTHING for my kiddos to fully understand a concept.
And then I ate my weight in Shrimp and Grits and Beignets.