I am self conscious about repeating my stories, over and over, again and again, repeatedly.  And now that I am putting it all on the blog, I have nothing left to talk about.  I assume everyone is reading this.  If you are reading it regularly then I can't talk about my life because you already read it.  If you are reading it from time to time, then if I tell you in person, when you read it you are bored with it already. Its pretty upsetting for a girl who loves to talk so much. 

So today, we are taking a walk down memory lane.  More of a terror filled run, but why mince words.  This is the 2 year anniversary of The Bees.  On this day in 2004, Andra coined her most notable phrase.  You see, one day I looked out the front window, and around one of our clay drains from the roof I saw The Bees.  Something like a basket ball sized clump of bees.  Phil was going hunting, and I called someone who offered to help (not in an official "let me deal with this effectively" kind of way but in a "when I feel like it, and after the bees have established a sizable hive I will come take a look" kind of way).  So I told the girls they couldn't go out on the front porch, and Andra was despondent about it.  She kept asking me "Are The Bees still there?" and I kept saying "Go look, honey" (no pun intended).  So one of the million and a half times she did go look, she sat on the window seat, looked out at the Bees and said:

                              "More bees.  More sadness."

At that time, I just thought she was poetic, but it was probably more prophetic.  As we near bee season again, I am hoping for No Bees.  No Sadness.  You see, in the off chance I haven't already told you, we have had a 2 year cycle of serious bee problems, where we would have hundreds of bees INSIDE the house, not to mention the ones inside the house. We have our own honey.  In pools on the porch. If anyone ever takes down the den wall they will have a distinct Amityville Horror flashback (did anyone else catch that the whole thing was a hoax?). I still find bees in the lights, or in the window tracts (remember I cleaned those this week?).  More Bees.  More Sadness.  We have taken some preventative measures, and I hope they work.  If not, I am sure if you see me this summer, I will tell you all about it.  Again.