Ticked

TicksThe other morning my roomie-for-a-week Shirley called from the bathroom: "I need some help…".

She was ticked.  All over her stomach and back.  Ick.  Nobody else got them, we don’t know where they came from, but they’re gone now!  I rinsed them down the sink. 

This kind of stuff either makes you laugh or cry.  We decided to laugh, a lot.  I haven’t had a belly laugh in a long time, much less giggles that go on way past bed time.  Ok, I wasn’t covered with bugs, so it just might have been a little funnier to me than it was to her…

Published by Nora McNamara

Lover of languages and linguistics. Besotted Auntie. Jesus follower. Sacred Harp singer.

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