The Sweet Husband

The Sweet Husband and the Wasp

Classic insanity at the Wilhite household. PawPaw had to go by the doctors office for some blood work, then we were going to drive over to the deer lease so the granddaughter could help him fill his feeder.
First they are loading stuff in his pickup, and he bends over to pick something up and hit a tool hanging on the wall squarely in the center of his forehead. I am standing behind him, Heavan is beside him, looking rather shocked, and he says to her, "Grannie is standing behind me with her hand over her mouth trying to keep me from hearing her laughing isn't she?" Heavan says, "Yes, she is, but I don't think she's trying too hard to keep you from hearing it, Pop."

Then we go to the doctor, the beautiful drive out to the lease, every once in a while he rubs the red mark in the center of his forehead, he and Heavan get the feeder filled, and he makes a pit stop behind a tree. Heavan and I are cooling it, sitting in the truck and we hear this loud yell and out from behind the tree he comes holding his forehead again. A wasp has stung him right in the middle of his decorative red mark from early this morning, ROFL, I don't even pretend to try anymore.

Heavan is doctoring him, looking to see if the stinger is still in his forehead, I am collapsed on the seat laughing my rear off, and he calmly tells her that if, on the way home, they can find that Willie Wonka place, they are dropping me off there and not coming back to get me, LMAO!