But I'll start the floodgates by saying that I had a wonderful trip to the mainland visiting family and friends, and I was equally excited to come home. I love this island, and I am happy here. I missed Maui a lot. And I missed Bradley a lot. The reunion was oh so sweet. Can't beat that.
And then, on my way to work this morning, I got hit in the face by a bee. And that little f*cker stung me. In the face. Under my left eye. While I was riding on my scooter at 35 mph.
Luckily I maintained control of the scooter, while my eye watered and my face began to swell, I pulled into a gas station. Bradley was behind me in his car, and was able to give me sufficient assurance that I had indeed been stung, and that it looked terrible. He also happened to have some Ssssting Stop insect gel in his car - a homeopathic remedy for stings that helped with the pain tremendously. Thanks baby.
I spent the next few hours with a very sore and throbbing face, but luckily by midday the swelling reduced and the left side of my face was only vaguely numb. I haven't been stung by a bee since I was 10 years old or so...it's nice to know that I'm not allergic to them. I now have an aggressive hatred for the buzzing bee and will no longer run from them, but do everything in my power to annihilate them from the face of this earth. I don't care if we're in a tragic bee shortage, California.
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