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posted by Diana at 9:23 PM
I am probably a closet reactionary masquerading as an easy going push-over. Growing up, I went to a Christian Science church and became a doctor. I no longer affiliate myself with any religion for many reasons, one of which is not wanting to give up any of my weekend. I was raised in the Air Force and am now staunchly liberal and hate to move. I do love to fly, however, something my husband will never understand. I can keep a secret. I will never give another speech. I kiss my dog on the mouth but not for an hour after I see her eat a bug. I value comfort over style and rarely change my appearance. I believe passionately in fighting sexism and racism. I have a long attention span and truly love my job. I tend to like most people I meet. I am very shy. But can fake the whole outgoing thing when wearing my professional persona. I hate calling people on the phone. I love e-mail. I run 15-20 miles a week so I can eat the food I like. I met my husband my 1st week of college. I had never expected to marry someone as I never thought I would find someone to put up with me and my career choice. We've been together 23 years. Guess there is someone for everyone.
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6 Comments:
Maybe it was the dracula beetle?
I'm about to get out in the garden and do some digging myself. There is plenty to do!
Explosive diarrhea in the invertebrate world can really spell disaster. Especially on one's windshield.
On the other hand, this sounds like more than ample reason for my flaring hypochondriasis to set in, wherein I proclaim OMG, I have a goiter.
Clearly you are much more balanced than I am. And smarter. And probably a better gardener. And maybe taller. With great hair.
I saw a news teaser that went something like "they LOOK like ordinary flies, and you think they are, until they bite you!)
I think your glowing-eye flies have started their offensive.
The thug deer are next.
Bugs are bad. I avoid them at all costs. Especially since everything swells horribly when I do get bit.
The thought of there being a dracula beetle concerns me.
Maybe an invisible unicorn that just wanted to sprinkle you with magic dust got to close and speared the hell out of your jugular?
Hopefully the hungry bug's initials are not W.N.
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