Random weirdness from a tattoo-artist gun-toting biker-chick knitting foodie with seven kids. Keep the change, ya filthy animal...
Something bit or stung me. The nerve.

Something bit or stung me. The nerve.

This morning I took a different route because I had to go through town to pay the electric bill. 

I was wearing a jacket with the cuffs buttoned. I rounded a curve by a wooded area and rode through a cloud of flying hornets.

One flew up EACH sleeve of my jacket and stung me.

This morning I took a different route because I had to go through town to pay the electric bill.

I was wearing a jacket with the cuffs buttoned. I rounded a curve by a wooded area and rode through a cloud of flying hornets.

One flew up EACH sleeve of my jacket and stung me.