Well, we were working along pretty well. Al was cleaning gutters and I was starting the prep work to paint the ceiling of the front porch. Did I mention, I hate to paint?
We decided to take a lunch break. I was inside, Al was outside. I heard him scream. He said he had been stung in the eye. It turns out, he was stung at least twice and maybe 3 times right around the right eye. It’s so red and swollen and red, it’s hard to tell where he got stung. He wasn’t sure how many times he was hit. I remember a few years ago getting stung in the upper cheek and it felt like someone punched me. I can only imagine how he feels. Poor baby. He was in just riding down in the golf cart. He had on his regular glasses with his sunglasses over them and the wasp got under his glasses! We put ice, and vinegar on it and he took a Benadryl, which always zonks him out, so good night Al. I need to stay busy, and get my work done. After all, I didn't’ get stung, but I have a real hard time working when he’s relaxing! I either need to get stung, or back to work…..hummmm? Oh, yeah, it’s now 95 degrees…lovely huh?