And So It Begins

 Allergies of the Upper Midwest, today is Opening Day!

Yes, once again it's that wonderful time of year when the leaves are turning, the goldenrod is blooming and the Kleenex boxes are flying off the shelves. That time when DIH goes about squinty-eyed all day, and needs to remind herself that this does NOT mean she can take another nap. Because she's not tired, she's itchy.  Everywhere.

That time of year when DIH digs out her inhalers and carries at least five of them everywhere. (So I can kiss that cute little slim purse goodbye for a while.) When she will have to be extra patient every time her husband says "Why don't you just take some Claritin, dear?"  Because after years of marrriage he really ought to know that the answer to his question is, "BECAUSE THAT STUFF MAKES ME FREAKIN' CRAZY, YOU DUMB--"

Ahem.  "Because it makes me too jumpy, sweetheart."

Yes, once again it's the season when the eyes turn red and the nose turns redder, all without benefit of a pub-crawl.  When a stroll through the park makes one gasp, and not with awe at the scenery,

When redheads like DIH for once regret their red-headedness, as we are convinced redheads feel the impact of those nasty little pollens worse than anyone else.

And, worst of all, when DIH finds herself thinking, "You know, an early frost might not be such a bad thing after all."