They're beautiful, with their colors in bloom, their greening majesty and growing pageantry.
And they make me so sick I want to cut off my nose. And not even to spite my face.
They are: anything that grows, blooms, turns green, involves pollen, or otherwise attacks my immune system with its mere existence, turning an otherwise gorgeous season of the year into a miserable experience.
Can't wait for the time when it gets so hot, my kid's plastic toys melt in the back yard. When the grass turns a putrid brown and crisps like a kettle chip under my feet. When I can sit in an air-conditioned house, safe from any pollen-like substances that might creep in to attack.
Of course, then there's mold, dust mites, upholstery and carpet fumes...
There's nowhere safe. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Grab the Claritin. Supersize the box of tissues.
Welcome to Spring. Welcome to the Allergen Zone.
And they make me so sick I want to cut off my nose. And not even to spite my face.
They are: anything that grows, blooms, turns green, involves pollen, or otherwise attacks my immune system with its mere existence, turning an otherwise gorgeous season of the year into a miserable experience.
Can't wait for the time when it gets so hot, my kid's plastic toys melt in the back yard. When the grass turns a putrid brown and crisps like a kettle chip under my feet. When I can sit in an air-conditioned house, safe from any pollen-like substances that might creep in to attack.
Of course, then there's mold, dust mites, upholstery and carpet fumes...
There's nowhere safe. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
Grab the Claritin. Supersize the box of tissues.
Welcome to Spring. Welcome to the Allergen Zone.
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