The Legend of Bees

Sweetie Dahling here, to tell you all a little story.

Once upon a time, I was a Kinko's Lackey. After training for a while in an established branch, my team and I were transferred over to a brand new location that we had to set up. The office supplies came in huge stacked boxes full of styrofoam peanuts- by midmorning it looked like heavy snows in Cardboardtropolis.

I was assigned a corner to break down the boxes, but they were packed funny; some small item in a big box full of peanuts. Because of how easy it was to unpack, I had an entire fourth of the shop cleared out in a about an hour. I was immediately and officially dubbed, The Bees Knees.

We used nicknames there, so it was Bees for short. Even after I left the shop, Bees found it's way into most of my online personas. On MySpace, I was HabiBees, with a nod to my bellydancing hobby( all you WTDS people who stumble across this, holla.) I was also Bees with the Gams, which was just something I thought up while reading about Tracer Bullet in one of Calvin and Hobbes books. Bees Sylphine has published online, and Bees Gamine, well, it sounds nice. And anyway, gamine- a diminutive or very slender girl, esp. one who is pert, impudent, or playfully mischievous. I could work with that.

So, that's me. An individual on my favorite site ever calls herself the bees knees, and I wonder what brought her to this ole timey nomer.

P.S. Sweetie Dahling is what Edina calls her daughter Saffron when she can't remember her name, and if you have any clue what I'm talking about, you win 2 internets.