I hate hate hate mosquitoes. Although the bible says that most creatures on this planet are for our good, I most definitely believe that mosquitoes are not one of those creatures. They are here to cause grief & insanity from their perpetual itches.
Case in point: On Sunday I was feeling very trendy. I had slipped into my slimming pencil skirt & printed top, feeling ready to take Relief Society by storm (you know that girl everybody thinks is stylin'). So I continued to get ready, all the while in our dimly lit bedroom as my husband slept in. When I got a chance to turn the light on to admire my ensemble I was distraught to see that I had three mosquito bites on my leg. These were no ordinary mosquito bites however, it was as though my leg had had an allergic reaction to the onslaught of fuzzy needle sharp noses. My leg was a swollen pink stub. Off came my cute dress and on came the frumpy maxi, comfy but certainly not transforming me into the trendsetter I wanted to be. Sigh* I guess there is always next Sunday.