Sniffling, sneezing, coughing, stuffy head allergy weather



Oh, joyous happy splendiferous wonder. I have allergies. Not your one-tissue-I'll-be-fine allergies. It's your Dear-God-my-eyes-and-nose-are-running-like-Flojo-why-is-everyone-asking-me-if-I'm-crying allergies. I attempted eye makeup this morning. WHAT FOLLY THAT WAS. After two minutes of non-stop tearing, I went to the sink and splashed it off. It was going to run off my face anyway, why not just get it over with? I look and feel very grandmothery today, clutching tissues, sniffling, and saying "Oh dearie" repeatedly. If my desk chair was a rocking chair? I could knit a shawl and call it a day.



My mother's been absent since Sunday night. I wonder where she's gallavanting to now. These suspiciously loaded questions about "Have you met anyone nice?" are sure to amuse RD, and horrify Pengy and myself. RD seems to feel that I should keep my mouth shut until really serious things are happening. He feels I should wait two years. Who the hell knows if I'll get two years? Al Qaida could kill us all next week! I think I'm going to compromise somewhat, and simply wait until the holidays. That's a nice nostalgic "cookie-baking-warm-fuzzy" time, so maybe I'll spring my redhead on her then. Hell, it'll be nice to have someone to bitch and moan with when the Christmas lights won't untangle and Kashi the Mad Kitty smacks the tree down like she did last year. I'm still finding sections of crushed ornaments under the radiator from her ungraceful pounce. She's longer and faster this year, a bionic cheetah if you will. (If her face should fall off like a fembot, I'm outta there.)



And now, for tooth happenings. Let's see if I get sealant, bonding, or simply have this bugger filed down. I like hockey--I just don't want to look like I'm playing it. The Hanson Brothers will hate me for saying that. Sigh....