But my lips hurt real bad!

In a rather unfortunate event, I find myself identifying with Napoleon's lip situation. I was outside trying to nurture my flowering plants (which are surprisingly all pink & purple this year ... a bit 6 year-old-ish in my color scheme, but who cares?) when a very large wasp decided I smelled like a flower, I suppose. He (funny how the suspect is male, eh?) sampled my arm first & then went for my lips, of all places, stinging me about 3 times there. He literally knocked me off my feet. Thankfully, most of my neighbors have day jobs & I'm choosing to believe there were no witnesses to this less than graceful scene.

I can handle a little sting, but my lips are a bit sensitive. They kept swelling. Every time I looked in the mirror, my lips were bigger. I was coming close to looking like Will Smith in Hitch. It helps to have a sister in the medical profession, who promptly called in a prescription for me. I still waited an hour before picking it up, and even went through the drive thru (which I despise) to collect it, in order to minimize human contact (the very reason I despise drive thrus in the first place).

I'm happy to report that things are relatively back to normal. I looked like a Botox experiment gone bad. Like a very unattractive & blonde Angelina Jolie. Whew.

I do forgive you, Mr. Wasp, for your bold & sudden move. I appreciate your recognizing that I am pleasantly-scented & kissable, but for future reference, next time please ask permission. It will greatly affect my sentiments toward others of your kind.

As for now, I sense a Benadryl-induced nap approaching. So much for being productive today.