so, at about 8:15 I was stripping down to take a shower when I noticed this little black speck on my thigh that turned out to be two and half hours worth of annoyance. Before I tell you the story, you've got to understand that my mom is best friends with Mrs. Armstrong, whose life has ben made miserable due to lyme disease for about 10 years. Naturally, she is very paranoid when it comes to deer ticks. So, minutes after the discovery of the tick on my leg we were on our way to Bryn Mawr Hospital. Ergo, I missed out on Minellas and mini-golf. (I've linked to Swisher's site for the golf pics).
|They made me wear the damn wristband||why do I look like a drug addict?||the culprit|
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