fire up, buttercup
This morning, I took the dogs out for a quick pee break in our favorite peeing spot, the Training Field. What are the odds that a teeny tiny bee would fly between my foot and my flip-flop AND sting me right in the middle of my foot? I mean the odds have to be quite slim. I've lived 31.5 years and never been stung by a bee. But now I can't say that any more.
I'm taking it as a sign of good fortune. Stay tuned...
Monday, August 8
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