So, yesterday because we were bored, my husband and I were running around in the woods at the park like idiots. Why we decided to do that instead of watch television like normal people, I don`t know. Normally, we`d have had machetes or something, too, but Alan didn`t want me to attack him from behind because of my crazy pregnancy hormones. [RAMBLING. . .]
Anyway, I didn`t realize it but I`d run into a freakin` cloud of those bees.
One fell into my bra and had a fit. Now I`ve got five bites|stings|whatever on my cleavage. Those bitches hurt.
D:
My husband laughed at me until I threw a rock at him. >.>
Now they`re starting to itch really bad ;; I`m probably going to go soak these bad-boys in rubbing alcohol in a minute to make them stop itching. . .
I just felt like posting my misery for all to enjoy, and perhaps get some stories or something out it. :/
Anyway, I didn`t realize it but I`d run into a freakin` cloud of those bees.
One fell into my bra and had a fit. Now I`ve got five bites|stings|whatever on my cleavage. Those bitches hurt.
D:
My husband laughed at me until I threw a rock at him. >.>
Now they`re starting to itch really bad ;; I`m probably going to go soak these bad-boys in rubbing alcohol in a minute to make them stop itching. . .
I just felt like posting my misery for all to enjoy, and perhaps get some stories or something out it. :/