Just Oozin'

Over the weekend a bunch of bug bites (I assume) appeared on my ankles. Jennifer has some too (in other places I shall not mention), but none of hers are as lovely and colorful as mine. We don't know where we got them, although I'm suspecting Meredith and Michael's back yard where we dropped off Homer before our trip north (he had a blast, BTW).

I noticed them first during Friday night when my ankles started to itch. I didn't think much of it and they didn't look bad on Saturday morning. By the time we got back from the wedding, though, my ankles were covered with filled blisters - like I had been burned by poison ivy or tortured with a small hot poker. As an experiment (and because they - not unlike a sheet of bubble wrap - beckoned me to do it) I lanced them on one of my ankles. It turned out not to be the best idea although I don't think it really matters one way or the other.

So today, both my ankles look nasty as can be. One (the one I popped) has oozing bug bites and the other has a colony of what looks like little snow topped volcanoes waiting to erupt. To get an idea (somehow my camera can't capture the full effect) think back to your high school years and remember the nastiest whitehead you ever head. Now take ten of those and arrange them randomly on a 2x2 inch area on your ankle. That's pretty much how it looks. I will try very hard not too touch them - even though they are calling my name seductively even as I'm writing this...