Aller - what?
Geez.
Aller geez, man.
Allergies. I have developed allergies. Sniveling, sneezing, watering, itching, inflaming allergies.
My whole life I have been the most amazing allergy-less person. In fact, the only thing I would say I'm allergic to is gross food. I used to feel so sorry for those who were allergic, because I could go anywhere and do anything and not drop a drip of snot out my nose. But in the 5 years we've lived here, I have been exposed to all the junk that is in the ayer, and apparently (at least according to our veterinarian friend - what? She's a doctor.) my body has said, "Enough! We are making you allergic to the invisibles." And to that I will thumb my nose at you. Because seriously? Who's allergic to the seasons?
I guess I am.
That's just retarded.
I wonder if it has anything to do with that one time about 4 weeks ago when I was working in my yard and pulling weeds and yanking ivy off my house and not wearing protective eye gear and a huge chunk of ivy vine jumped off the wall and smack into my right eye. It got swollen and it oozed and I sneezed a couple hundred times in a row and my eye remained blurry for weeks afterward. It was infuriating. Now, every day I feel like growing out my fingernails to the length of 5 inches so's I can dig my eyeballs out of my sockets.
On a brighter note, and for your viewing pleasure, I will leave you with photos of Spunky Burrito. Aka, The Bug.
She got her momma's attitude and her daddy's sense of style. And it rocks our world on a daily, hourly and sometimes minute to minute basis.
Aller geez, man.
Allergies. I have developed allergies. Sniveling, sneezing, watering, itching, inflaming allergies.
My whole life I have been the most amazing allergy-less person. In fact, the only thing I would say I'm allergic to is gross food. I used to feel so sorry for those who were allergic, because I could go anywhere and do anything and not drop a drip of snot out my nose. But in the 5 years we've lived here, I have been exposed to all the junk that is in the ayer, and apparently (at least according to our veterinarian friend - what? She's a doctor.) my body has said, "Enough! We are making you allergic to the invisibles." And to that I will thumb my nose at you. Because seriously? Who's allergic to the seasons?
I guess I am.
That's just retarded.
I wonder if it has anything to do with that one time about 4 weeks ago when I was working in my yard and pulling weeds and yanking ivy off my house and not wearing protective eye gear and a huge chunk of ivy vine jumped off the wall and smack into my right eye. It got swollen and it oozed and I sneezed a couple hundred times in a row and my eye remained blurry for weeks afterward. It was infuriating. Now, every day I feel like growing out my fingernails to the length of 5 inches so's I can dig my eyeballs out of my sockets.
On a brighter note, and for your viewing pleasure, I will leave you with photos of Spunky Burrito. Aka, The Bug.
She got her momma's attitude and her daddy's sense of style. And it rocks our world on a daily, hourly and sometimes minute to minute basis.
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