If you ever want to see me do a perfect latter-day Mickey Rourke impression, just throw some fire ants on me. I was attacked by those little bastards out on the golf course yesterday, but a few tabs of Benadryl fixed me right up. If you want to kill me, Mother Nature, you better send sharks.
Someone mentioned, following the ant assault, that I should carry a sting kit with me. I looked into those things and they contains shots of adrenaline, amongst other craziness. I don't think one ant incident every 10 years really necessitates me walking around with a syringe of adrenaline. They'd never let me on airplanes, plus when I finally did get stung again in 10 years, some random passerby would probably inject the stuff into my eye. I'll live dangerously with the Benadryl for now.
ACL Fest is coming soon and I do plan on circulating a sampler CD this year. If you want one and you haven't communicated this to me yet, do so promptly! Just send me your address and I'll get it mailed out. I should note that this CD only exists in my mind right now, but I have played it mentally several times to wide acclaim.
Lastly, I have a pun for you guys. If I ever became an electrician for hire, I would name my company Crimpin' Ain't Easy.
Posted by Cody at August 29, 2007 08:58 PMYou need to go to the drugstore and buy "Sting-Kill". They are little green viles that you snap and put on immediately.It works great and takes out the burn and swelling. Also works on any type of insect bite. Just thought I'd share that little tidbit with ya!
Posted by: your other mother at August 30, 2007 08:11 AMthanks mom!
Posted by: petus at August 31, 2007 11:12 PM