Do you remember when that law passed saying you couldn't sell things while wearing a thong if you weren't on the beach?

Do you remember when that law passed saying you couldn't sell things while wearing a thong if you weren't on the beach?

After my time, but that sounds very So. Florida.

My San Francisco son flipped out when exposed to the bug-life in Georgia. It was Not On.

Or rather, we Stayed Indoors.

However, I miss the warm, caressing air of nights in Miami.

The night air in San Francisco is caressing like the cold hand of death.

The thong girls were becoming a traffic hazard. It would've been the late '80s.

I don't want to live there again, but I do miss Miami sometimes. And often that is at night, because yeah, nights in CA are COLD.

I would happily put up with the mosquitos again for the love of the lightning bugs.

why didn't we ever wear shoes?

So we didn't have to. I know it was a concious decision on my part, when it started to get warm out in the spring, to take off my shoes and socks when I reached the last continuous sidewalk on the route home from school. By the time it got hot I had sufficient callouses on my feet for walking on the blacktop without unbearable pain.

I don't want to live there again, but I do miss Miami sometimes. And often that is at night, because yeah, nights in CA are COLD.

I even had to turn on my heat for an hour or so when I got home.

(Sorry, I feel strongly on this.)

It's just slang. I wouldn't worry about it too much.

Re: bites & stings, I am the sort of person who swells up so badly when bitten that it looks like my skin is about to burst and tiny aliens are about to emerge fully formed and demanding equal representation. In fact, when I was camping in Alaska and had slathered myself in DEET, taking years off my and the planet's life (sorry, planet) I failed to slather my forehead, which was under my bandana (remember when I used to wear that bandana like my stor?).

I ended up looking like a Klingon. Seriously, I was mocked for weeks. It was bad. So I was relieved when the yellowjacket sting didn't actually kill me and just hurt like the dickens.

Not fond of horsefly bites, either.

And of course, the SO had his bout with a spider bite that rendered him helpless with part of his foot swollen the size of a softball and so painful he was crawling down the hallway to get to the bathroom so he could keep his foot elevated.

You're thinking to yourselves, boy am I lucky I don't live in the crazy southwest desert like him, but no, he was bitten while doing treehouse camp in Indiana.

You're thinking to yourselves, boy am I lucky I don't live in the crazy southwest desert like him, but no, he was bitten while doing treehouse camp in Indiana.

I'm mainly thinking, I'm glad I live in Australia. Sure we have the world's most venomous snake, spider (by some measures), jellyfish, invertebrate, creature, octopus, fish and mammal, and stinging ants that can send someone into anaphylactic shock, but we don't have killer bees, dammit, and that counts for something.

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I was once stung by a bee on my butt when I was innocently not bothering the bee at all - I was in shorts and pending over to look into a transit level at an archaeological site. This was in Sicily so I blame excessively macho Sicilian bees.

That is a great guide flea. Thanks.

I am back at work. Gronk. My desk looks like some kind of bomb went off on it, but that's what it looks like everyday. I am terribly disorganized for someone who has a library degree and who's job is all about organizing information.

Okay, I'm ignoring all this disturbing animal talk, other than to say that when I was a toddler I was almost literally nibbled to death by ducks. Apparently my toes were too wiggly, and the ducks (or possibly geese) thought they must be a nummy treat.

Anyway, sorry, I apologise for rudely cutting in but I'm having a dementia moment - what's the name of that American woman, the good cookery/housekeeping/interior decor woman who got sent to prison?