Sunday, August 12, 2012


We have a certain fascination with bees and bee stings around our house.  The kind of bees made out of fingers that feel an awful lot like tickling when they sting.  So much like tickling that you have to yell, "bee sting" loudly when someone is stung otherwise they wouldn't know they'd been stung.  I can no longer recall how it started, but I do remember who started it:  Grandpa.   Still today he's abuzz with new and unbeelievably entertaining stories that keep the bee faxcination alive.

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