I would like to take this chance to apologize to spiders everywhere.

I did some major moving around these past few days. Namely, we moved a huge computer desk from the parsonage to my office up at church in an advance move to get basement rooms ready to become boys' bedrooms. It was step 1 in a 100 step process. Step 2 is to get rid of a weight machine (here's the link if you are interested ;p). Adding egress windows is a step in there somewhere.

Anyway, back to the arachnid mix-up. On Sunday night, after most of the dusty moving was done, I noticed a sore on my arm. It looked like I was bitten by a spider. I could have sworn one of those 8-legged creatures got angry with me about moving their haven and bit me. And that's pretty much the story I've been telling people since that moment.

Today, I realize that the sore was not a spider bite at all. It was ringworm. Yes, the souvenir we brought back from Ethiopia nearly two years ago is still alive and well in our home. I'm not very susceptible to it. Audrey and Amsale get a lot. But this week, it's my turn. Lamasil 2x a day should get it licked in less than a week.

So sorry to all you spiders and spider lovers out there (both of you). My bad. No spider bite. There's a fungus among us.

And that's the news from Browerville.

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