May Bee bit a man in the park today. (She’s never bitten ANYONE, EVER!!)
While he was trying to
staunch… stanch…stop the bleeding with a tissue, he asked me to dinner.
As we continued to talk (and monitor his blood loss), he asked if I’d like to go up in his airplane. He has a pilot’s license and often flies to the MetroPlex on business.
(I declined again…although with a little hesitation this time. I’m just through with men, but he was being so nice about May Bee, insisting it was HIS fault for pointing right in her face and scaring her. He absolutely refused all of my apologies! And he was being so TOUGH about being bitten…that must have really hurt, but he was not showing any pain.)
Oh, and earlier that day, before May Bee went all medieval on innocent citizens in the park, I’d had to clean up Misha’s TWO accidents. The worst kind. (Misha’s new name? Diarrhea Dog.)
Karen and the girls all shared a big laugh as they watched me try to pick up vast amounts of um…semi-solids with old grocery bags. (Molly was bent double, leaning on her mother, as she belly-laughed. It was actually pretty funny, and I would have been laughing, too, if I hadn’t been busy retching.)
After taking The Sickie back to Mike’s so she could foul HIS backyard, May Bee and I headed back to the park to do another mile and a half (that’s when the Carnage and Flirtation began).
And now? I just took ibuprofen and am getting in bed with a heating pad…even though I should be working on tomorrow’s presentation I’ll be conducting LIVE via the district’s Distance Learning TV carts!