Wisdom...

Friday night was amazing and stupendous and fabulous and flashback-to-childhood fun, just like any trip to a drive-in movie should be. Didgeridoo Boy and I have decided to keep The Big Mo on our outings radar - if they're showing something we think might be even remotely cool, color us there. It's only the beginning of September, and we're already crossing all crossables for something absolutely dynamite to happen there for Halloween.

In true fashion, however, this happening wasn't without a little smackeroo of uh-oh. All through last week, I was battling it out with hay fever - sneezing almost hard enough to blow myself backward, fighting a constant urge to rub my itchy eyes, and sounding like a raspy, gravelly-voiced troll every time I spoke. By Friday, though, I was feeling a bit better. Popped an Allergiemittel on my way out the door that afternoon, and dropped my last three into my purse...

...where they dis-the-hell-appeared.

Not that being able to find them would have helped, because I forgot about them until we were on the way home, when common sense flashed into my head with a sneeze so hard I got a little dizzy. Said flash brought about what might be one of my biggest duh moments to date. What was this flash?

If you have been suffering from epic hay fever, sitting out in the middle of a field for seven hours might make it worse.

Can you stand the wisdom? Saturday morning, my eyes were swollen shut and I had all but lost my voice - I found the wisdom almost unbearable. A run to Earth Fare for a box of Allercetin (my other favorite allergy remedy) and some Yogi Tea "Breathe Deep" helped me whip the wisdom into submission; I find lessons easier to process when I can open my eyes and breathe at will.

I'm off to enjoy the demise of my hay fever. Have a fabulous day, and here's a little music: