Just call us the calamity family. Last Wednesday, on his way into swimming lessons, Jesse was hit by a door that was flung open, which very nearly broke his toe. He limped around for four days, and let me tell you that swimming is made more difficult when you're only kicking one leg. SkooterPie sliced his finger open this weekend while doing some manly construction stuff on his studio. Luckily, stitches weren't necessary. Then yesterday I get a call from Lindenwood that Jesse had been stung by a wasp. "Is he allergic?" they asked me. "Actually, I have no idea because he's never been stung before. But I'm slightly allergic, so keep an eye on him. I'm on my way." When I arrived, Jesse's ankle was puffy and red, but he was fine. "What's slightly allergic mean?" Jesse asked. "It means that I start to feel dizzy and sick when I get stung," I told him. It could also mean that I'm one sting away from full anaphylactic shock. My aunt is allergic to stings and didn't know until a few years ago. So what's my calamity this week? Canker sores. Three of them. Brought on by a really stressful time at work. I look forward to eating without any pain again in a few days.

Oh, and between alligator attacks, shark attacks, hurricanes, wildfires and now people getting run over on beaches, I'm not so sure that Florida is really the best place for a vacation.

UPDATE: Oh, wait. The story about the sunbather getting run over happened in California. Well, it's significant that I just assumed it happened in Florida. I suspect the whole state may be a hellmouth.