Full disclosure: This has nothing to do with my baby, but if you’re good and pay attention to my story, I will reward you with some pictures.
My Wednesday started out like any other. My dear, sweet, kind, smart, caring husband who I love ONLY parks at the bottom of the driveway, so no other cars (e.g. mine) can also use said driveway. I am working on being more go-with-the flow, so I happily parked by the sidewalk in front of the house.
Spring in Iowa means that it will rain for 17 days straight and create mud EVERYWHERE. So I trudged through the mud and made it to my car only to realize that I had parked directly under our tree, and there were saplings and sap engulfing my vehicle. Determined to keep my good attitude, I decided to run it through the car wash at my local gas station.
I get to the gas station, pay for the car wash, enter the car wash, run over the curb while leaving the car wash, and park up front so I can go get some caffeine and a snack. Find said things, pay, return to my car, and drive to my office.
Once at my desk, I start my day by answering emails, returning calls, and working on any unfinished projects. 40 minutes into my day, I realize that my left ankle is slightly uncomfortable, scoot back from my desk, and notice I have something cold, wet, and stringy on my ankle reaching all the way up to roughly mid-calf. Approximately 5 seconds into picking it off my leg and examining it, I realize that it looks a lot like a worm. Like, a LOT like a worm. A dead, cold, slimy, cut in half worm and worm guts were on my leg for at least an hour!
So with my own real-life horror story told, here is the story once again, as told through the many faces of Clark:
How I felt when I realized there was a worm on my leg:
How I felt while touching the worm & worm guts:
How I felt after removing a worm from my leg and realizing that I am a SURVIVOR:
Too dang funny
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