Weenie roasts & mosquitoes

On Saturday night the family went to a weenie roast at the in-laws. They live on several acres out in the middle of nowhere with this huge pole barn (excellent for storing our off-season items), and tons of space to host a good old fashion shindig. Excluding the kids, Hubby and I were among the youngest in the crowd. We roasted weenies on the bonfire, gorged ourselves on s'mores, and sang along with the folk music jam session. You'd think all that smoke would have kept away the mosquitoes, but NO... every buggar in the state showed up and I have the bites to prove it. Legs, arms, back, neck, even my face. Before Boo came along, I was pretty much immune to the annoying insects. Now every little bite swells into a huge, painful, itchy welt which, if I scratch too hard, leaves a scar. Lovely. After the weenie roast, we stopped at the neighbor's house down the road a spell to buy a few dozen free-range eggs. Wholesome and delicious!