We did it!
Nance of Mature Landscaping and I have been talking about meeting for months. We are, after all, only one state line away from each other.
Nance is the ambassador of bloghood. She–and sometimes Mr. Mature– have met a number of bloggers. I, on the other hand, sit around the house and curse the damnsquirrels.
Yeah, I know. Pimp my life, huh?
IT WAS DELIGHTFUL! SHE is delightful!!! It was a 2 1/2 hour lunch. Conversation between AARP card-carrying friends is an action game, since it takes both of us to fill in the missing word or name when the teller suddenly goes blank. Post menopausal charades.
Our journeys were not without adventures. She, phobic about driving in rain because it doesn’t take much to flood coastal roads, had to drive through a sudden rainstorm. My journey was storm-free, but traumatic, nonetheless. On the way home, when I finally scratched an irritation on my right breast, it felt like a mole. Only I don’t have a mole there. I went digging inside my bra and came out with a tick, its legs waving in protest.
Disposing of a tick with one hand in a moving car is not as simple as you might think. But at 60 mph, at least no one heard me screaming.
I have no idea how I happened to be wearing a tick.
Nance and I asked the waitress to take a picture, so we squeezed close together on the bench. You can tell by my face that I needed to scratch.
I guess Nance was lucky I didn’t have fleas.