Did I mention that yesterday I participated in our local walk for Autism Awareness?
Well, I did walk yesterday. And, as payment for my good deed (I raised $150), guess what I got. I got a bug bite the size of Des Moine. Wanna know what's even better about this? I got it on my cheekbone. Yes, you heard right. I said cheekbone. Only me. This thing has managed to (at the very least) triple in size throughout today. When I woke up this morning, my cheekbone was be-specked by one trivial red spot. It was itchy, but nothing I couldn't live with. As the day continued, however, I noticed the itching more and more. When I got home from school tonight--a full 12 hours after I had arrived (don't ask...I will be missing school tomorrow due to some sort of training I have been snookered into, and hence, I was preparing for a sub--a daunting task for someone as OCD and anally neat and organized as I am, especially so early in the year, when, I fear, I have not had sufficient time to "train" the cherubs as to the ways of my classroom...)--I took note of the epic proportions to which the bite had managed to swell. I have Franken-face. But, I have a left cheekbone that would now make James Marsters jealous. Well, either him, or the kid from Mask. |
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