I thought it was just a myth

I sold my soul to the local dish company the other day. That should come as no surprise after my great disdain for the local cable TV provider.

Going from only having five channels to close to 200 has given me something new to do with my self-diagnosed attention deficit disorder.

Having a four year hiatus from satellite television has allowed the network to come up with some great television.

I have been recording nearly every show that sounds interesting to me, my wife or even PJ.

The only sad thing is that PJ has gone from wanting to go outside everyday to wanting to watch “TT,” as soon as we hit the door.

I guess in hindsight I can’t blame him for wanting to stay inside. The mosquitoes are out and poor little PJ got tagged twice by those little bloodsuckers.

A couple of Saturday’s ago, PJ woke up at 2:30 a.m. and for some odd reason kept whining and then talking.

After trying to shush him back to sleep, we finally got out of bed at 5:30 a.m. as a family.

He was full of energy, letting us believe he wasn’t sick.

This also happened to kick off Malta’s biggest day of the summer season, maybe even the year.

Later he was a mess. I felt bad because I had to correct him a couple of times that day because people wanted to say hey and he was officially in turd mode all day.

So if you met him for the first time at the Car Show and he was discourteous to you, I apologize to you. He was a little sun kissed, overtired and he has crashed into his terrible two faze.

Looking at him closer that Saturday night, my wife Susan had found out that PJ has two massive mosquito bites, one of which we noticed a couple days prior.

Luckily that night I realized that we had some Benadryl gel in the cupboard. Feeling bad for him, we rubbed some of that on and he was back to his normal self, getting a full night of sleep.

He is kicking off his terrible two faze but at least we have a fighting chance against the irritation of mosquito bites.