This weekend saw some serious time spent on the back patio (I know, such a tough life).  The weather was perfect, the yard was not yet so horrifying I can’t stand to sit out there, and I had a new book to read.  I was likely out there for about 4 hours.  This morning I counted two dozen mosquito bites scattered around my arms, ankles, and one particularly  charming specimen on the small of my back.  That one is vying with the one on my ring finger (aka yarn wrapping finger) for the title of most annoying thing ever.  Each bite has puffed up to about the size of a dime and has taken on a lovely blotchy red color.  It’s very stylish.  I woke myself up scratching last night.  This is my comeuppance for having the chicken pox when I was too little to scratch.

So, I’m off to buy some citronella candles and maybe some sort of anti itch cream.  But in the meantime, anyone got any sure-fire suggestions to make the itching stop?  Or to make the mosquitoes shrivel up and die?  Oh, and just so you know, The Boy (who laid out there with me for about half the time) has not one single bite.