My Advice: Avoid Gardening!!

Usually, I let my front flower beds grow pretty wild & a little weedy. They're filled with ornamental grasses and Lantana bushes, which means that for the most part, the weedy overgrown look is good--looks nice & natural and "Romantic". But a Queen Anne's Lace style weed had died out there, and needed to have all the dead straggly bits pulled up before the neighborhood association came after me with one of their little "letters".

So I gardened today. The yard looks pretty good now; and I should be out standing in the front, gloating at my nice, neat yard.

BUT I was stung by an angry wasp, who was not at all thrilled with my remodeling plans for the weed where his nest was located.

And no, I don't mean a "white-guy-named-Biff-from-Cape-Cod-who-went-to-Harvard-and-lettered-in-rowing-WASP." I mean a red, flying, buzzing, sting-like-fire and instantly making your hand swell up sort of wasp.

I shrieked and ran into the house; Andrew helped me put baking soda/vinegar, and now, toothpaste (all three worked wonders, by the way. Although the toothpaste is a bit messy & keeps getting licked off).

The bad news here is that now there's a wasp flying around in my front yard with the taste of Kim in his little mouth. And I think he kind of likes it.

I just wish he'd take that little boating hat off, and put down the martini. He looks like a sort of James Spader bad boy. He keeps inviting me over for "cocktails" but I'm sure he'd only hurt me again.