So. It's been a little while since I posted on here. Not too long. Just a month and two days.
And two days.
Seriously. I understand it's been way too long. But I promise, I had reasons.
But now that I start again, I find that the words that I want to say have escaped me. Everything that I wanted to do on this blog has kind of gone out the window in the last month, and I apologize for that. But I really can't think of a witty post that would make it up to any of the few that read this blog.
So I guess I will share with you all (again, I use that term loosely, as any followers that I might have had have prolly disappered in the last month and two days) a failure story that I told two friends the other day.
Actually, its a series of stories.
So, I have bad luck outdoors..
Like really bad luck.
And I don't remember if I already wrote this story on here or not. But I don't feel like going through all my post and looking for it. So I'll tell you all anyway.
When I was very very small, I thought it was so much fun to run around without shoes on. Like the best thing in the world fun.
I still do, but things between my feet and the grass have changed. They've become more ... strained.
One bright summer day, I was running around my yard. I was probably yelling like a crazy person while the rest of my neighbors were judging. Unfortunatly, in the midst of this fun, I did not look down. To see the large bumblebee that was the size of the biggest toe. That was under my foot.
You can guess what happened.
BUT. That isn't the failure part. Now, see, as I was not looking down to see this giant bumblebee hanging out in my yard, I also was not looking down to see a second giant bumblebee also hanging out next to him.
Well, not next to him.
More like the exact distance a small child's legs take as a normal step before they realize they have been stung by a bee.
So yes. The first time I was stung by a bee, it was twice. One on each heel. Something that my mother, an emergency room nurse, had never seen before. Because in here words, "Usually once someone is stung by a bee, they notice. And stop running around like a complete lunatic. Also, they tend to look at the ground. And avoid other bees."
Yes, I was a very special child.