SIDE NOTE: Bees with pickaxes are always bad.
Why has the buzzing turned to shouts of rage, you might ask?
*admits, while hiding face in hands…*
The Halloween party for my 4 yr. old nephew is today.
Occasionally I forget how screwed up the old brain-wires are. Not today.
So, I’m using my daily blog this morning to get all my utter, bang-head-against-the-wall frustration with my stupid self out. Hopefully, I can then concentrate on giving my favorite little guy in all the universe a Halloween party he will never forget!
If the hatchet-toting bees will let me.