my horrible disease

i was thinking about this post last night and thought i would re-post it today.

today after taking pictures while kneeling on block cement, my foot looked like this:

we brought all the kids over as i began to moan and say it hurts so bad that i thought it is from the water they had just been swimming in.

then i jumped and said it just moved.

chicka and keats totally agreed with me.

it moved.

this is them checking out my foot.

and checking their feet and hands because i told them it came from the water

keats said his foot was starting to hurt in the exact same spot as mine.

chicka asked to go to the doctor’s on the way home.

i was laying on my back moaning, taking pictures, without them knowing.

this is the view i had while laying on my back.

i moaned and groaned some more.

they were all certain a worm had made its way under my skin.

this caused some very fervent discussion amongst the cousins.

when i told them i was joking, none of them believed me.

in fact, bird just checked my foot and was so relieved to find it smooth again.

so relieved, she ran yelling to tell everyone i was healed.

the hubby said we should have kept it going, had me fall to the ground screaming in pain, while he pretended to call 911 or IX-I-I for the roman numeral savvy.

for me?

i liked the worm part, a nice touch.

the best part of today

other than making my kids think i had a worm under my skin,

was bath time is taken care of tonight, water fountain play time with chlorinated water totally counts as a bath.

things my nephews have told me

“keats, i like your mom, she is completely crazy even in public.”

“aunt regina, you have never been mean to me” said one nephew.

“oh yeah? that’s never happened to us.” said the other two nephews i like to torture.

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