I moved in a way that no human body should be capable of moving and ended up banging into the shower door which swung open. I flew out the door and landed in a contorted heap on the floor. The fact that I'd probably broken half a dozen bones didn't even cross my mind. Being a
Yep, that's right. It's amazing I'm not bald with all the hair I lose in the shower. So, here I am, a grown woman, freaking out because I have a few strands of hair on my arm. Sounds reasonable and well-adjusted to me.
And, to top it off, my kids all wondered what the heck I was screaming about. I tried to think fast and come up with a
"Umm, there was a bee. Yep, that's it! There was a bee in the shower and since I didn't have my Epi-pen handy, I freaked out a little. You know, because of the bee. And me being allergic to bees and all. You understand, right?"
They gave me blank stares and said dubiously, "There was a bee in the shower, huh?"
"What? It could happen!"