Are you my daddy?

I was just like any teenager that embarrassed easily. There was this one time when my parents took me to a video store (for those of you "youngin's" a video store is where people go and rent movies and at that time it was VHS and Laser discs). My dad was being the big joker he is and kept asking me if I "know that person" each time we passed people. He would laugh and nudge me and I would turn 50 shades of red.

When we got into the video store I broke away and started looking down a row of videos. From the corner of my eye I could see him looking at some videos just a few feet from me so I decided this was a great opportunity to really let him have it. So I inched closer to him, sidestepping and once I got close enough I kicked the back of his leg. "Oh my God!" he said and I looked up to see that it was NOT my dad. My eyes grew large and so did my embarrassment. My dad came around the corner and asked what happened. I apologized and apologized to the man, but for every step I moved closer he took a step back. My dad was doing whatever he could to keep from laughing... until we left of course.

I wish this was the only time that I had kicked someone playfully thinking it was someone I knew, but it's not.

Such is life.

Float like a butterfly, get stung by a bee...

I'm 32 years old and I was just stung by a bee for the first time in my life. This is life changing.

There I was basking in the afternoon sun. I had my arm resting on my forehead watching Josh play with our puppy and I went to switch arms when I felt a little wiggle under my inner arm (armpit) and immediately lifted my arm watching the angry insect buzz away. And then the burning came. I jumped up and ran into my bathroom where my husband was shaving and hysterically announced that I think I had been stung by a bee.

Sure enough, the little pisser got me.

My son, who had just returned from a what he thought was a traumatic tubing ride, scared because he thought it was going too fast (and it wasn't), came in to the bathroom. Already adrenaline pumped from the day, he had the look of concern/fear on his face. I smiled warmly, through clenched teeth, because I just finished telling him to basically stop being a wimp and I was trying to prove to him that there wasn't anything to be afraid of, especially a little bee.

Interestingly enough before all of my stupid drama I was thinking how amazing it was that I had gotten away with never being stung before. Jinxed for life.

I'm pretty annoyed with the whole situation.

My husband just looked over my shoulder and began making corrections to my blog. I could punch him in the balls right now.

I invite you to show your deepest sympathy below. I hope your weekend ends better than mine... and probably my husbands.

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