**This blog was actually written on my iPhone at 1:15 this a.m. when I got home from work and couldn't stop itching.**
You see, I had a photo shoot Sunday afternoon, taking pictures of an old friend's son, Aydan. A destination I had for the photo shoot was Mandi's (the friend) dad's field.
Well, to explain one thing here, I'm a fall/winter kind of girl, so my mind doesn't automatically go to the fact that if I go out into this field, then I would get little tiny seed ticks all over me. This logic completely escaped from my thought process.
Sure enough though...I get home that night and I am covered in them. So I tell Matty (who was with me at the shoot) to check himself. After he did so, he reassured me (rubbing it in) that he did not have one tick on him. That's right, not one.
SO, in conclusion, the itch began big time last night and I feel like I have the chicken pox all over again, making bug bites my Reason #1354,968 for hating summer.
The real sad part is that this itch better cease pronto or they're going to have to duck tape oven mitts on my hands.
