Wicked Wasps
Sep 02, 2020
I'm two finger typing.
Normally I'm a fast typist. I credit that to my years of musical training on the accordion. (To be clear it wasn't my choice, I wanted piano lessons. I have German heritage and my mom made me.)
Seriously.
My hubby (Scottie) and I were enjoying a glass of wine on our patio the other day when a wicked wasp decided he'd like to crawl into my wine glass. (It was a lovely Pinot Gris.) I shooed it away. The wasp decided to take revenge by stinging me on the top of my middle finger.
Not nice.
So this week I have nothing more than to tell you my finger hurts.
Copyright: Helene Oseen 2020
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