For those of you who are familiar with Larry the Cucumber and Veggie Tales, I have one word for you: Oosta. For everyone else, I was minding my own business, herding the kiddies across the train tracks to go meet Daddy's train, when I was divebombed by a big mean ugly wasp. And I got stung. Right on the lip. I'm sure everyone waiting for the train enjoyed watching my little dance to get it off. It hurt really bad, but only for a minute. Over the next several hours my lips magically transformed into a beak. And it just happened to be my night out, so I went out. In public. The Walmart checker lady gave me lots of advice on what to do next time it happens. I was scared for awhile that my lip would explode, because it kept getting bigger and bigger, and my cheeks started to join in, but it finally reached its peak. We were hoping that I'd wake up and it'd be gone. But alas, here I am, 16 hours later, and I still have a beak where my lips should be. Here's hoping it...