A friend of ours recently moved out to the pseudo-country, a five-acre place pretty far out from the city similar to our last house. She called Annie last night and said she'd been stung by a scorpion.
Twice.
In the boob.
We're meeting them for dinner tonight, and I can't want to get the details on this little escapade. How in the name of all that's good and right can a scorpion sting someone twice in the boob? I'd ask for visual confirmation but her husband's a former Navy guy and could break me like a pretzel so I probably won't.
Friday, May 12, 2006
Ouch!
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Yeeouch! Hopefully, she won't mind you sharing the story with your readers. I'm with you, how the heck does something like that happen twice?
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