I’ve never been stung by a bee before. Ever. When I saw that movie My Girl, and Macaulay Culkin dies from the bee stings, I became afraid that I was allergic to bee stings and if I ever got stung, I would die. Today, I came face-to-face with this fear. I was attacked by a swarm of angry bees. And by swarm, I mean two. But these two got me. One on my palm, and the other by my elbow. Continue reading “I’M A SURVIVOR”
BAD BUGGY KARMA
It never fails. No matter what store, whether it be Lowe’s, Target, or Meijers, I always grab the buggy with that crazy wheel. The one that either squeaks, but by the time it starts squeaking it’s too late to turn around and change because you already have items in your buggy. Or that wheel that doesn’t roll right, so your buggy pulls to the left or makes this loud rattling noise shaking it up and down. This is always annoying. And now with a baby, a sleeping baby, or I wish to be sleeping baby… this is downright irritating.