My eyes are watering, my nose is burning, my throat is itching, it must be ragweed season. Yeah!
Yesterday was my birthday. It's a really sucky day for a birthday. It used to be a great day, and my Mom insists it is still one of the happiest days of her life. Seriously. This from the least sentimental person I know. She sent it to me in a letter a couple of years ago that I saved.
Even more sucky than sharing a birthday with one of the most devastating dates in American history, I was sick yesterday. I left work by 11:30 and spent the day holding down my sofa. Daytime TV is the pits, even with almost 200 channels.
Oh, well, at least it's not Monday!