You Know What I Hate?

I hate bugs that come and bite you for no good reason.

So there I was standing by a stream, waiting for my friends to cross, minding my own business... when I experience what feels like a hot needle being jabbed into my pinky finger.  I instinctively shook my hand like a spastic monkey, and saw something fly off out of the corner of my eye.  So I wasn't exactly sure what it was.  What I do know, is that now my left pinky is all red and puffy, and currently about double the size in volume of my right pinky.

I also know that I had done nothing to provoke that little son of a bitch, whatever it was.  It just decided to come and ruin my day for no good reason.

Bastard.

You Know You Should Start Doing Some Pushups...

...when your shoulder muscles are sore after throwing a Frisbee only 39 times the day before.

So all day yesterday, I was wondering to myself, "Why the hell is my right shoulder sore?"  I mean, it's not *sore* sore, but there's definitely something going on there.  I began recalling all the activities I did the day before.  Okay... there was that hike to the gold mine that required some rock hopping/scrambling, but that was mostly leg muscles.  Then we pigged out on pastrami sandwiches at Langers.  Then... ah, right.  We played Frisbee Golf, or as my Canadian friend Dave likes to call it, "Disc Golf".  Of all things, my shoulder is sore from playing Frisbee golf.  And I know I only threw it 39 times because that was my score.  12 over par 27.