Sick As A Dog

Twice a year, usually around the time allergy season peaks, it visits me -- that itchy-scratchy feeling in the back of my throat. Within a few days, its traveling companions, watery burning eyes, pesky cough, and swollen glands follow.

I'll have to put my new crockpot to use and make some chicken soup or something. That is, if I can muster up the motivation to do much else besides lie in bed and sleep.

Finally, a belated Happy 31st Birthday to my old friend (you know who you are.) Okie-dokie-hokie-pokie. . .