So, yesterday, I was a bridesmaid in a wedding at a botanic garden. While walking on the grass at one point, I felt something sting me on my left cheek, no not the face. I shook my gown and a yellow jacket flew out.
So, to quote the Simpsons: "A bee bit my bottom and now my bottom is big."
Actually, it wasn't that big of a deal. But it was funny. And now I have tough-girl cred for getting through the ceremony and reception with a bee-bitten bottom.