One of my friends is getting married--Rachel---so naturally she is having a bridal shower and naturally I decide to go. Of course I'm late because why should I be on time for anything-it's just not in my nature. I run on Sadie Time, which involves tons of doddling. I finally make it to the house and as I'm walking in the front door I start to get sharp pains on the back of my thigh--it's kind of like getting stuck with a needle over and over again. I start to get nervous that I've got a spider or something on my leg. As I'm walking in I pull my skirt up and frantically say to Rachel, "Is there something up my skirt? Do you see anything?" So I have my skirt pulled up for practically anyone to see and she doesn't see anything. The pain continues, so I go into the bathroom which is right next to the main gathering room. I pull up my skirt again and there is the problem-- a wasp is stuck under my skirt. The little wasp is mad and starts coming at me, so I scream-loudly-a few times and explode out of the door- running to escape the wasp. Rachel helps me shoo the wasp outside and then I turn around and see everyone staring at me. Rachel said, "So everyone this is Sadie." I wave sheepishly and smile-trying to pretend that I'm not embarrassed that I've been screaming, lifting up my skirt and running around the entry way like a crazy lady. I got stung several times and my leg hurt---sooo bad. If you haven't been stung recently--it really hurts. Thankfully they hooked me up with some Benadryl and Ibuprofen. Thank goodness for medicine....
What a day we had. What a day we had. I get tired again just thinking about it. Cory's car is getting the muffler put back on. I'm a little sad about it because Isaak and I could hear his car coming from over a block away when he was on his way home, but it's also a little embarrassing how loud it is. I'm sure it defied all noise ordinances. In any case, Isaak and I have been getting up a little early to take Cory to work, which is kind of fun because we get to see him more, but before dinner it's not kind of fun. It's kind of stinky because it's a hustle to get everything all put together. Yesterday I had to make dinner at about 3pm so I could get everything in. So back to yesterday. Isaak and I had just rolled our bushy little tails out of bed and both of us were still in pajamas. I was wearing my chacos and one of Cory's jackets and Isaak wanted to bring all of his blankets. Thankfully for some weird reason I threw his tennis shoes into the diaper bag...
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I'm sorry that you got stung, but it did make for an interesting story. And think of it this way, the people at the shower won't forget you. ;)