
This title makes me think of Snakes on a Plane for some reason. It's not nearly that bad, but it's still pretty itchy.
When you're out of town for a funeral, the last thing you want to worry about is wearing heels when your foot is swollen like a football after fire ants have gotten you.
Ouch.
Thanks, everyone, for all of your comments, emails, tweets, and calls about my Nonnie. I'm here in Alexandria until Sunday. The funeral was yesterday. It was heart wrenching but it was wonderful to see extended family I haven't seen in years.
Now I'm distracting myself on Twitter....
Labels: Death and Dying, Fire Ants, Funerals