The other day I had a random conversation with a perfect stranger... imagine that?
Some how we got on the subject of bees.
She expressed her passionate dislike for these winged creatures. And I of course... being "me" tried to point out the upside of these regal pollinators. She did not share my appreciation. And there was no swaying her from this opinion.
Then she shared with me that she is DEATHLY allergic to them.
On The Third Day
Thank Google for spell check!
Oh, Happy Day!
Then There Were Four
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I walk into a room
Men themselves have wondered
Now you understand
from And Still I Rise by Maya Angelou