My neighbor: *seeing me up on a ladder as I clear dry leaves from the gutter* Hey, be careful up there, Rob!
Me: Always! Of all the ways I could die, this is not going to be one them!
Me: *later as a delayed allergy attack kicks in and I start sneezing uncontrollably* This, on the other hand, might be it . . .
Today I read that allergy season in the U.S. and Canada has gotten significantly longer over the past few decades, and while I admit I was skeptical at first, the data does seem to back this claim up.
I’m not including any links though because I’ve noticed more people have become allergic to facts and data during this same time period.
Particularly after yesterday’s post, lest you think that L’s Mother can’t hold her own, right after I walked out the room she gave the most theatrical heartbreaking sniffle I have ever heard.
“That was really good!” I told her as I walked back into the room.
“I know, right?” she agreed. “Allergy season deserves a lot of the credit though.”
I’ve found myself wondering why I’m so easily distracted lately . . . . then I remembered that it’s Spring, that season where a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of trying to breathe!
Spring to me is without a doubt the prettiest season and the season capable of making me the most miserable.
Funny how often those two traits pair together . . .
Me as I’m going though the stack of papers that accumulated while I was on my trip:
Why did I throw this on the pile? Oh, right! It has a coupon for (Loratadine). Normally I don’t fiddle with coupons, but this one is worth its weight in gold to me.
Contemplates for a moment.
I wonder how much stock I’d have to buy to get a bulk discount on this stuff . . .
Candles & Curses 