I have to be careful when I do this, though, because the bees like these blossoms just as much as I do. And the last thing I want is to snort a bee up my nose.
Because that would hurt.
And it would be trashy.
TheManTheMyth has been gone all week, working out of town, and while I miss him, it's been kind of nice not being rudely shoved in the middle of the night with ridiculous accusations that I'm snoring and to please turn over.
I totally deny these accusations. *I* do not snore.
Usually when TMTM gives me a shove, I mutter "Sorry" as I roll over to my other side even though I have nothing to be sorry about because I DON'T SNORE.
So the other night, I'm deep in Dreamland when I feel a shove. I mumble an apology and turn over.
Then I wake up enough to realize that it's not TMTM who is doing the shoving.
It's Gracie Lou.
Even my dog thinks I snore.
WHICH I DO NOT.
When I woke up this morning, my throat was sore. It felt kind of dried out and scratchy.
I must be coming down with a cold or something.
That's the only logical explanation.
I'm still continuing my research on what my next car is going to be. The lease on my Saturn Vue with the Crappy Gas Mileage is up shortly and obviously I'm going to choose a car that gets much better mileage than 16MPG City.
So I've been test driving various cars and have narrowed it down to 3, all in the same price range.
Recently, someone picked up the brochure of one of the cars that was sitting on my desk and asked if I was getting that car. I said I was considering it. Their reply was that they thought it was, get this, "Too nice a car for you."
Ex squeeze me?
A mid-size sedan by a Korean auto maker (you do the math) is "too nice of a car for me?"
Gee, thanks. A LOT.
I guess I'm puttin' on airs and a Yugo is more fittin' for the likes of me.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and snort a bee up my nose.