The weekend went well. Having my little brother up was nice. The dinner last night was yummy! And it passed quickly. It wasn't too bad, nice to see some people again.
We got there a little early, I thought some people would be there but I was wrong, and I felt a little bad. We were sitting outside chatting and then a bee landed on me I flicked it away but it landed in my dress!! I thought it hadn't but I felt something moving so I was pushing down to maybe kill it. Then I run inside with Marc to the bathroom and while checking to see if maybe I was wrong and there was no bee I see it crawling along my boob. I scream and try to get the dress off, the whole while the bee was crawling around on me. Marc flicks it off and slams it on the bathroom floor. Meanwhile I was crying and shaking. I was 10 or so when I had a huge wasp in my clothes that stung me a couple of times all over my body so I was remembering that. I managed to hit my arm while freaking out too lol. Anyways the bee was dead, and I had not gotten stung (I don't know why it didn't sting me). I took a minute to compose myself and then went back outside. I was embarrassed but my uncle and family friend laughed and said not to worry about it. No one else had arrived yet so at least only they had to witness my freak out :P. I then had more wine, I think I needed it.
Things went well after that, we stayed till about 10. Marc was getting tired and most people were leaving. It was weird not having daddy there though, I kept expecting him to walk in. I guess the first year is always the hardest because there are firsts. The hardest will be Christmas, the traditions we had will now be forever changed.
My aunt, not my mom, told me I needed to stop with the tattoos. I think my mom is just ignoring it now lol. But she said that when I get older they wont be nice, etc. Uhhh and? I really hate when people say "O when you get old the tattoo will be faded and your skin will be saggy. What are you going to do then?" You think I never had that thought cross my mind while decided what tattoo I wanted or whether to get one? I have and you know what....who cares! When I am old and saggy I will look at those tattoos and I will remember the memories. I will treasure them, they are apart of me. Telling me I will regret it later only makes me think that you think I am an idiot and never thought I would get old. You don't have to like my tattoos but you don't have to constantly question me and lecture me about age. I don't care if people don't like them, they are mine and I like them.
Enough about that.
I would have freaked out about the bee too! I hate, hate bugs. I've been fortunate enough to never have been stung by a bee or wasp before. I'm allergic to everything and am afraid that if I ever were stung, I'd swell up. Definitely rather not find out!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you had a nice Easter anyway. Except maybe your aunt lecturing you about the tattoos. I say, you're an adult and should be able to do what you want with your body! Go on with your tattoos if you love them!! For my part, I'm not brave enough to do it... yet. Maybe someday.
It was horrible, I spent the next hour or so thinking it was still on me. I think they were attracted to my body spray (coconut) cause I had a few more checking me out :P
ReplyDeleteI told my aunt I have a back piece planned and she about died :)