1. I am so. So. Behind in reading all the awesome blogs I subscribe to, which means my email inbox basically just says: [New Post].
2. Allergies suck. They suck, I tell you.
3. My hometown just happens to be the #1 Worst Place for Allergies. In America. According to the World Health Organization. Come ON!
4. Me + Mouth-breathing + snotty Kleenex + no make-up = I scare children and am angry at Nature and sound like a creepster anyway, so hide yo’ kids, hide yo’ wives.
5. Sunday is my birthday. I like chocolates. Don’t send flowers (see #2). I’ll be 28, which is a multiple of 7, which is the Lord’s number, which means I am awesome.
6. I’m reuniting with the people I graduated high school with ten years ago this weekend. I graduated high school ten years ago, and I’m reuniting with them this weekend. I felt like that sentence needed clearing up.
7. My husband thinks it’s weird that I also made plans with my former high school English teacher to meet for cocktails. Or, in Doc’s case, the Early Bird Special. Hyuk, hyuk!
8. Bug didn’t score a goal in his last soccer game of the season, which was last night. Time to make him run laps if he’s going to restore this family’s honor.
9. My laundry refuses to learn how to do itself. Same story with the dishes. Stubborn little buggers.
10. Bean also has allergies, which is sad, because her nose is a constant drip of snot and if I don’t follow her around with a tissue (I don’t), she licks it. Correction: it’s not sad, it’s gross.
11. Ten is a nice round number, so I should have stopped there.
See you all on Monday!
Meet the Buttrams 
The sidewalk around our apartment literally looks like a green pollen carpet.
It’s ridiculous – I’ve never seen anything like it (and I hope that I never do again)!
I hope you have a wonderful pollen-free birthday! Huzzah!
🙂
Ugh, I hate when it’s neighborhood-wide mow-your-grass day around here. It’s like I can feel my sinuses getting more inflamed when I see all that grass and pollen!
Boo, allergies.
Yay 10-year reunion!
(although I had mine almost 15 years ago. holy cow. i’m seriously old.)
I forgive you for being only 27 (until Sunday).
Happy happy birthday, lovely friend.
Twenty-seven was a simpler age, when I was naive and innocent… 😉
Thanks, lady!
If your husband knew and appreciated the amazing love/hate relationship that was our high school English teacher, he would understand. (Tell Doc I said “hi.”) Have fun reuniting this weekend!
Thanks, and of course DB is the exact same, with just the right amount of creepster thrown in to make him interesting and not scary. Love that man.
Happy birthday! Hope your allergies take a break for some cake and ice cream.
They don’t get cake and ice cream. They’ve been quite contrary.
Sorry about those allergies. But HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Sending you some pollen-less (ha) air from the Rockies.
And my former English teacher stayed at my house in February…
Thanks, I’ll take the air! And the reassurance that I’m not weird for wanting to see an old teacher again… 😉
As for those allergies, I bet you would look smokin’ in a bubble.
Happy birthday, young ‘un.
Thanks! I hope I can find a bubble in my size.
Happy birthday! I thought about sending you flowers, but I worried you might be allergic.
Your concern is appreciated. The answer is yes. Yes, I am most definitely allergic to them. Whatever kind. Every kind.
Aw snap girl! You made out like a bandit this weekend what with the big contest win. I wish I would’ve known it was your birthday. Then I could’ve make a video. Maybe I should do that and charge people. I’ll make special eduClaytion vlogs about people and their lives when big things happen. Then they can show them to people and say look how important I am that this professor from Pittsburgh is talking about me.
Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.
Sorry I’m late (see #1 again) but happy birthday!
It’s cool. I know the feeling!
Thanks!
Sorry to hear about all allergies. Hope the reunion was the bomb (and that you brought your tissues.
As far as Bean goes, it’s all good until the snot becomes a snack.
But even then, snot the end of the world.
I crack myself up.
And, as usual, I’m late for the party. Hope your b’day was faboo. Like you! 😉
Thanks, Renée! And it’s okay. You crack me up, too. 😉
I’m impressed you can run to eleven thoughts with allergies. I’m allergy free and have trouble getting past five. But then, I’m male, and therefore thoughtfully challenged on a daily basis.
Hah! Male and thoughtfully challenged. I’m archiving that and saving it for a future argument with my husband.