Monday, May 4, 2009
Smoke.....Bombs Big Time!!!
I won't go in to the details, but trust me in that this picture of a really cute fella, a.k.a. my husband, and the title are related. It has to do with bees, the honey kind I think. Well, anyway, it didn't work, I won't name names or brand names, but the bees are still there (hovering in a nagging sort of way near an outdoor drain pipe), and our laundry room doesn't smell like Downy Fabric Softner anymore. Sensing my sorrow and observing my demeanor my two beloved youngers thought that presenting me with these flowers would surely do the trick. In one of our "lighter" moments today (pun IS related to the title) I decided to have my "attemptor in bee extermination" hold this beautiful bouquet. (I was secretly wishing that Mickey and Susan of Penless Writer fame lived close by so that Mickey could add to his collection of bees.) Susan, is Mickey afraid to fly?