I truly do not know what demon of stupidity possessed me last weekend, but oh, I am paying the price for my idiocy this week.
I am fully aware of the fact the I seem to need to repeat painful, embarassing mistakes at regular intervals: Apparently, the lesson learned with each episode is only retained for a certain period of time. For example, I generally must remind myself at least once a year that it is not a good idea to drink a bottle of wine by one's self. And not eat. Anything at all.
At least a few times each summer, I remind myself why I should not step off the paved areas of our property without spraying myself with at least one entire can of OFF! bug repellent.
Last Saturday, for the third time this summer, I reminded myself that I will suffer severe sunburns within a short time of exposure if I neglect to put on a thick coating of SPF 560 million sunblock. Therefore, I am now whimpering through a second-degree sunburn on my chest and shoulders, highlighted by a slightly less severe sunburn on various other parts of my body. This joy is accompanied by the pain, itching and swelling of the insect bites I received on Thursday and Friday while watering the flowerbeds without using bug repellent (as if the pain, itching and swelling of the sunburn was not bad enough on its own). On Sunday, I was stung on the back of the neck by a rampaging honeybee. My immune system now seems to have gone catterwonky, and I have suffered with various degrees of body aches, fevers and swollen lymph nodes for three days. At least I'm not hungover.
I like to think I'm an intelligent woman. Obviously, I am delusional. If anyone out there would care to begin a pool regarding my next idiotic adventure, I'll understand. Maybe a percentage of the kitty could be set aside to care for this village idiot in her old age.
On a brighter note, some cashmere arrived in the mail yesterday. Umm. Cashmere. I'll just snuggle up with that until I feel better.