If you’re anywhere even close to the Mason-Dixon line, or if you even know what it is, chances are you’ve got major allergy issues right. about. now.
All of the south is suffering. My husband has resorted to leaving the contacts in their cases (which a certain Coven-member finds VERY sexy, I know), and his eyes are constantly a nice shade of cherry. My poor son’s eyes turn a soft shade of pink every time we go outside, and his congestion is still all up in his head.
Me? I just get tired.
I’ve never had horrible allergies, even though I’ve lived in this valley of pollen for many many years. I may have a day or two where I feel under the weather, but this year I’ve been proactive and started my generic nose spray in, like, January. So I’m pretty covered. I think.
But I’ll tell you what.. I’m exhausted. I may not have been sneezing, wheezing, coughing, or sputtering much this allergy season, but I am completely and totally drained.
Went to Book Club last night and, although it was much more intimate, I had a FABULOUS time. We tried a new thing this month where we each read our own book and then reported back on it.. GREAT IDEA! Now I’ve got two or three books I’ll totally pick up as soon as I get time. And we laughed a whole bunch. And.. AND..
I know someone with three nipples.
I know. It’s okay to be jealous of me. You’re not the only one.
“How common is that?!” I asked. Because, to the best of my knowledge, I don’t know more than one person with three nipples. (If I know you and you have secretly been hiding your third nipple from me, fabulous job. I never could tell.)
“Well, at the circus I was in, there were only two of us,” she retorted.
Anyway, so I stayed out later than I meant to, but we had a “fantastic” time (quotes are for Melissa). I drove home and we hit the sack by 10:30. Which sucked because I have a big day today (one meeting down, two to go) and then I OVERSLEPT THIS MORNING.
And I could totally close my eyes and sleep for the next hour. But I’ve got stuff to do.
Bryan goes in for his sleep-study tonight. It’s me and the Binja, partyin’ like rockstars at the hacienda.
Rockstars with a 7:30 bedtime, anyway.