WHERE'S THE JUNE POLE

It's been a crazy day so far and it's not even noon yet.  I've searched high and low for the sales for Cinco de Juno and I haven't found anything in the papers, Internet, or tv.  I never can remember why we celebrate it anyway, but it was important to Hispanics and so I embrace a time of celebration.

Then this June bug or bumble bee goes into full attack on me buzzing me and threatening me with his territorial claim.  I finally slipped off one flip flop (Margaritaville?) and mano y mano slapped him, batted him hard.  I figured I killed the aggressor, but he flew away across the street and up over a neighbor's house.  It could be a pretty fun game if you were guaranteed only one creature would attack at a time.  I had given him a chance, too, trying to swat him away with my hand, but no, not until I went into attack mode would he leave me alone.  So don't think I'm Michael Vick or something, but a game of chance could bring about wagers.  How many times would it take me before I made solid contact?  It was only one in this encounter, but if he comes back this afternoon, I may be in for more of a challenge.

Finally, the morning paper tells me I can't talk on my cell phone, not really a big deal for me since I rarely do.  In addition, I can't take aspirin or ibuprofen, again not a big deal though I usually take a baby aspirin three times a week.  If I talk I'll get brain cancer; if I take aspirin I'll lose my hearing.  What's a guy to do?

And June's only getting started.  Wait till she starts busting out all over.