Over the weekend, C and I took a trip to see my little sister. She lives in Austin where C and I went to school, met, and began the life-long struggle for dominance that continues to be the centerpiece of our relationship.
We decided to rent a condo from a stranger on the internet for our stay there. I know it sounds like a bad idea, but there are a few really good websites out there that allow owners of rental properties to post and book their places for themselves. The end result is a nice, unique place to stay while on vacation at a very affordable price. C and I have had a lot of luck with places like this in our travels to Mexico, Europe, Argentina, and all around the US.
Except this time, there were fleas. LOTS of fleas. Everywhere. It was disturbing. From the second we walked in the door to the time we realized what was happening and said, "Holy shit, there are fleas EVERYWHERE! Run for your life!" and left, we each sustained about sixteen dozen flea bites.
Consequently, I probably have the plague. So, for the foreseeable future, I will be blogging to you from quarantine.
The CDC insists it's better this way.
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