Our usual Wednesday schedule involves library story time and a trip to the commissary. This particular Wednesday we were accompanied by my nephew so I decided get Taco Bell and eat under the wing of an airplane. I mean how cool that we could sit under the mammoth wing of a C137 (ok, I can't remember what plane it was). Sitting in the shade seeing all the historic planes on a towel in the grass, I realized that there were friends enjoying our picnic with us. A few ants began swarming our small crew and so I decided it was time to leave. I guess I didn't decide fast enough because during our walk around airplane row, I felt a familiar bite in an unmentionable area. So startled by the bite, I instantly whacked a near by area too embarrassed to hit the actual location.
I won't get to all the sordid details and how many bites and where (yes more then one), but I think that I have a better understanding what a boogie dance is.
