Grin and Bare It

The other day, I was cycling across the walking bridge when a man wearing only shorts and running shoes jogged toward me. I didn't catch a good look at his face. I was too taken by his gorgeous physique. He was so purty to look at that I broke into a huge grin. Then I looked up and caught him grinning back at me.

I still didn't get to go kayaking. My hand was too sore. But I did go on a frog-hunting expedition with snowy_kathryn, and afterwards, we went on an ill-fated fishing trip. The only thing biting were the mosquitos, and I must have enough West Nile virus to infect a whole city. My bumps have bumps! I guess I'll be coating all of the itchy bits with Anbesol. The stuff may have been designed for canker sores, but it works wonders on bug bites.