A few things have happened to me recently.
I am wondering if they have happened to you.
1. Weeks ago, when my knee was aching with the pain of natural child birth, I put some ice on it. When I say I put ice on it, I mean that literally. I did not put any sort of cloth or bandage between my precious skin and the freezing ice pack.
Mr. Speedy came home from work, only to find me in a supine position, ice-pack balanced on my knee, happily reading a book. He lifted the ice-pack and immediately asked how long had it been directly on my skin.
“I don’t know… an hour? Or two?”
I had a severe looking burn on my knee for weeks, that turned into splotchy red chicken pox spots, and finally now is gone.
Mr. Speedy warned me that when our future children have booboos, I am not allowed to use any sort of ice near them.
2. The boyshort panty look is really cute and sexy. Most men and women would probably agree with this statement.
I recently bought a new pack of boyshorts, complete with bright blues and vivid greens, and slipped into a pair after running a race with Mr. Speedy. We were in relaxation mode, drinking a beer and contemplating if we should snuggle, make out, clean, or eat food.
He snapped a candid shot of me.
To my knowledge, I really thought I was looking quite sexy and similar to this:
I have no idea why my middle finger decided to project out or why I have a nasty scowling look (I was really quite happy and content!).
I hate it when that happens… you think you appear one way and actually, appear to be quite the opposite.
3. I saved the best for last.
While I was in Nebraska, visiting the boyfriend’s family, I got to babysit and feed and play with his tiny little niece.
She has the same name as me, so I feel like we share a special bond.
A TICK snuck onto my back and began to burrow itself into my spine.
This horrific bug was not discovered on me until the next morning by my eagle-eye of a love.
While changing (about 18 hours after the picnic), Mr. Speedy lightly touched my shoulders and said “Lily, don’t freak out. But… don’t freak out, but there is a tick in your back.”
I FREAKED THE FREAK OUT.
He had to use 3 matches to burn the little bugger out of my skin.
I don’t know if I’ll ever go on an outdoor picnic again.
Sorry, baby Lillyan.
Has that ever happened to you?