Still preggers
All of a sudden I am feeling very weepy. No reason. At all. It's been a good day, a very good day in fact, but all of a sudden I'm thinking I could curl up on the sofa and have a good sob. While watching Steel Magnolias. And eating chocolate.

I'm definitely gonna lay off the allergy meds, "they're f**kin' with my serenity!"

These drugs make me feel a little preggers
At this very moment I can not decide if I'd rather have a cookie or a pickle. The sweet sounds tasty and the sour sounds devine. The thought of eating both makes me want to vomit, but the task of choosing one over the other seems impossible.

Obviously the doubling up on the allergy meds was not the best idea.

A Very Personal Stance
She blew her nose countless times during our day together, as did I. It's the cedar and I feel her pain. I have in my overly stuffed bag a packet of mini, disposable tissues. She has in her coat pocket a handkerchief.

I think handkerchiefs are beautiful. They are often intricately patterened keepsakes. Often times they are heirlooms passed down from generation to generation. I see piles of well kept kerchiefs in antique stores and always think of their stories, the initials embroidered in the corners, the hand-stiched flowers, the laced edges; but I also think of the snot. I know that in fact the purpose of a handkerchief, aside from its pure decorative quality, is that it is a depository for mucus. But never in my life will I be one of those people who curses my allergies into a dainty pocket square. Tissues are disposable, handkerchiefs and their detailed beauty are not.