This piano camp is really wearing me out. A good kind of wore out, but wore out nonetheless. Thus, my emotions are a bit......crazy, without real reason. Or more so than usual.
Which moves me to my story. But first, a question. Have you ever been really tired, and then, something very bad happens? Or so you think. A few seconds later, you find out that everything is OK. Yeah, well that just happened to me.
I was a bit concerned when Mom screamed, in her fiercest battle cry, "SOMETHING'S ABOUT TO DIE!", and I then heard a huge TWHACK!, followed by my mom screaming something practically intelligible, but to my muddled mind, it sounded like, "I broke it! I broke my wrist! AHH!!!" I freaked out, and got up to run to the kitchen. But I saw her first. She was holding her brand-new fancy 1 dollar fly swatter, which she had utterly totaled in the process of trying to kill the giant bee flying around. I hate to admit this, but I cried from relief. Relief and freaking out adrenaline.
Oh, and yeah, the HUGE bee is now in the house. I'm outside, on the laptop.
I'm a little tired.
I started snickering at "battle cry" and completely lost it at "brand new fancy $1 fly swatter".
ReplyDeleteAw, I'm glad I am not completely losing the funny touch. :)
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