I'm gonna chalk this up as a bad day!!
I was taking cans back, feeding the machine and Amber and her cousin start screaming. Anybody know what 2 nine year old girls sound like screaming?? They yell "bee". I look down and it's in my purse. I remain calm, still feeding the machine cans I shake my purse and it flys out. A few seconds later I feel a tingle on the back of my leg. At this point there is a line. I try not to freak out , but this thing wouldn't get off. The guy in line behind me tells me to just "smack it". I tell him "I would smack it, but I'm allergic". At this point I stop what I am doing. I tensed up because I was sure I was going to get stung. So the guy says "I don't want to do this, but" and he pulls my shorts up an inch and smacks it on my leg.
I think the damn thing bit me...the bee, not the guy. :tongue:
I was shaky for like an hour after that.
If that wasn't enough:
I bought some new wine glasses, put them in the sink to wash them and accidentally dropped my glass measuring cup on the glasses. All but one broke. :doh: