Under the heading, be careful when what you wish for is open windows in the spring, that giddy feeling I had yesterday about that almost warm breeze filling the room has been replaced by a desperate search for Kleenex, drugs and a wastebasket.
A few years ago, when my eyes started telling me I wasn’t allowed to see most things close up, my body also told me all of the pretty flowers have consequences. I’m not crying because I’m happy or sad, I’m miserable. Well, I’m not really miserable; I just look that way. I take that back. I am miserable.
Now, I see an opportunity in all of this. If I can hide the fact that I’m oozing goo all over the place, I think I’ll take in a chick flick, or attend a wedding (even if I’m not invited). My red, puffy eyes will give away the fact I’m a caring and sensitive lug, a sort of wedding crasher with allergies. I’m told the ladies like that. There will be sympathetic hugs everywhere. He’s so sweet.
There’s another opportunity. As a person with significant inside information, I could buy stock in companies that sell antihistamines and tissues. I could become sort of a new wave Warren Buffet. What brand does he use? I’ve gotta be affecting somebody’s bottom line somewhere. I may be able to get us out of our financial rut single handedly. Tomorrow’s headlines could read “Tom’s Got Allergies, Recession Over”.
Oh, that sucks :-(
ReplyDeleteMy hubby had really bad allergies the last few springs. He's getting allergy shots this year, and they seem to be making a big difference. Hardly any goo this year :-)
You might want to look into that option.... unless you're set on single-handedly ending the recession ;-)
Kelly
Oh, forgot to say -- the picture cracked me up!! :-D
ReplyDeleteFeel better. I hear a a bottle of wine makes them go away.
ReplyDelete:)) Tom, if all it would take is for you to shout out to the world that you have allergies, please commence the yelling!
ReplyDeleteI hate allergies, and I confess (to you only, of course) that I now snort water up my nose every morning and then, um, backsnort to clear it all out. I totally have less problems during the day when I do that. My kids think it's an inconceivable thing to do. What the hell, I used to as well. But it works, and I'm all about what works these days.
So remember, snort and backsnort. And if that gets the economy moving, please tell everyone what I told you not to tell anyone.