Okay, so every year, in June, my little city has a week long celebration. It's fun - it's crowded - it's usually hot - it's a tradition. Last night we took the kids to the 'fest as it was KIDS NIGHT! Even though I knew it would be muggy, hot and there would be hundreds of people and many whining children (led by my children of course) it is a fun thing to do. I get to see people I only see once or twice a year, exclaim over how much their kids have grown, secretly think they look much older than I do :-), that kind of thing. Back when I was Y.S.T. (Younger, single'er and thinner) it was all about the BIG STREET DANCE. There is nothing like a summer night mixed with cocktails and music to heat things up. Anyway, I digress.
So last night, after the Meet Dora extravaganza (did you know she's not real :-( ) we stopped to talk with the Schwartz's (hi Sue) and while we were standing there talking to the male Schwartz I was yapping away and a BUG FLEW IN MY MOUTH. Seriously. A BUG in.my.mouth. And it wouldn't get out. I tried spitting and coughing and gagging and really just making an all around spectacle of myself but that dang bug was in there, somewhere and it wasn't coming out so I HAD TO SWALLOW! Yes, I swallowed a bug. I felt like I was on Fear Factor but there wasn't any big pay-off at the end. I immediately got a Diet Coke to try to make things better but I "felt" that bug in the back of my throat ALL NIGHT LONG. And now, now that I'm talking about it - I think he has crawled back up and is hanging out in my throat. YUCK. Sorry I gotta go. I feel a huge urge to drink a gallon of water.