In fact, it is so bad that I busted a blood vein in my right eye and might well have strained a muscle in my chest. Oh. Joy. Now, I look like some kind of Vampire or creature of the night, just in time for our trip to Austin to see our son and celebrate Founder's Day with Mr. Snooty's fraternity brothers. I should be quite the hit this weekend, with the way I look. Yes, I'm whining. I look perfectly horrid and makeup only accentuates it.
Good. Grief. I don't want to have to start wearing a surgeon's mask when going to the grocery store, but I'm certainly considering it. This cough hurts and every time I look in the mirror it hurts even worse. Mr. Snoots can't even look at me without his eyes beginning to water. Yes, it's that bad.
I realize that most moms cannot leave their children at home when going to the grocery store. But, for God's sake, can't they at least teach them to cover their little
The winds here are predicted to be up around 30 mph today, with gusts up to 63 mph, so I guess I won't be leaving the house until we leave for Austin (due to the Rhinitis I'm plagued with). The stove vents in the kitchen are flapping and beginning to sound like a Gatling gun and I'm beginning to sound like the guy that does the TV commercials for Joseph A. Banks menswear, I guarantee it. Cough. Cough. COUGH. It's so attractive, really.
Have a Happy Monday!