creepy crawly

It's 4:15, we're home and finally getting ready to go to the beach...well our version of the beach in these parts...Lake Tahoe. :) we get our swim suits on. Pack everything imaginable and only halfway useful and get going.

on the way up the windy California/Nevada roads I listen to Juliet play with her uncle Alexander and uncle Kieth in the backseat while I sing along to my favorite Blue October songs. Jason is humming along to the ones he knows...all is well not a care in the world, except, of course, for those sheer Cliff drop offs that no one seems to particular about getting guard rails up on. Not that guard rails would hold a car from going over, but still it would be a little more comforting then looking over the edge while going 50 and seeing nothing but rock, side way trees and lake....150 feet down! but hey, who's paying attention? :)

we finally get there, I roll down the windows to catch the cool mountain air and start looking for the parking spot. 'yes. one right in front and next to the potties! Score!!' I park and the unloading begins. I of course am on mommy duty so I tug my little tiker along and find the perfect spot in the sand. soon the rest of the family catches up and the unloading begins. The food, blankets, floaties and chairs go up, are blown up and set up. We are ready!
'aaahhhhh, what a perfect day!'

Mom, Beck, Reana and I get our floties and head on out. We start pattling to the booyies, talking, splashing and laughing. Mom turns back early and then Reana...but Beck and I are trucking along. We're going all the way. 'wait...is that mom calling us back in? well, we'll just say we didn't hear her' oh the cleverness of us. ;) the waives are high, the bottom untouchable and the water cold but soothing. we finally turn back and find it much harder to come back in then it was to go out. We make it...finally and settle down for some grub. Some of us go back out...some of us stay and read. We watch the birds fight over the crumb thrown to them and then call out to their fellow birds telling them where the food is....i think to myself 'If you are going to fight about it, why call more over' but I am not a bird so don't know what they are thinking...I shrug and go back to my book.

the day if getting late, so in the late day sun we start the packing to upload the goods and drive back. On the way back I again, listen to Juliet play with her uncles, while Jason and I sing along to our favorite songs, have small talk and watch the world turn from mountain forest to desert city...man I love this place!

we get home, my skin is still cold from the water and soft from the sand, I take my shower and snuggle into bed (one of the perks of having daddy home, Juliet wants him to do all the bed time stuff. wahoo for me) I start reading my book again, but find myself worn out, but in a good way. So, I turn the tv down, mark my book and snuggle farther into bed.

Jason has come in and is laying on the bed, reading his magazine, I am drifting off into blissful sleep, thinking about the wonderful day and how utterly comfy I am. Then I feel the slight tickle in the ear I am laying on, only seconds before the sheer terror goes down my spine. I bolt up in bed, start screaming as I am slapping my face.
now, lets just rewind a second...can you imagine what Jason is thinking? ;~)
it takes me a good thirty seconds to calm down because not only did something crawl on me it crawled out of me....it was in my ear...Oh, just the thought brings back the feeling of cold sweat, dizzying panic and icy terror. Jason tries to calm me down to figure out what is going on, I try to tell him through gasp of breath and slapping at my ear. (why he doesn't burst out laughing sometimes...I will never know. hehe).

then with a small snicker my mind says 'gotcha'...
'what, what do you mean...there was something crawling on me....no out of my ear...how can that be a trick? a joke? a gotcha?'.
'your so silly' it says...'didn't you swimming today and didn't you feel like you had cotton in your ear?...do you really think it was a creepy crawly?'
'yes! because I would never let myself trick myself into being that terrified!'
'oh, yes you would and you did!....gotcha'.

so I gingerly feel my ear and what do you know a little line of water has trickled out. I look at Jason, who has to know by now that I have conversations in my head with myself and patiently waits for me to argue, and tell him. "silly me, it was just water coming out of my ear, I thought it was a bug". He smiles and bites his cheek...to keep from laughing I'm sure, since he also knows I don't do well at being laughed at (answer to my previous question. hehe), I lay my head back down (after checking for crawlies on my pillow....after all we don't want another 'gotcha' now do we?) and fall back into sleep.