I mean I got to see one of my childhood friends get married and reconnect with old friends/meet some new ones, but as far as others are concerned, I was boring this weekend.
I’m okay with that though, being boring. I might write more about that some other time.
Instead, let’s talk about my fall nemesis: Goldenrod.
(Although truth be told, it might be rag weed. With my allergy history, it’s likely both though. This is a cute cartoon to explain the difference.)
Goldenrod has waged war with my allergies every single fall, my entire life. It’s an evil bastard. I hate it. I hate it so much that when I had to pick up reading packets in college, if they were copied on goldenrod colored paper, my eye would twitch and I would sneeze. (Lucky me! There was a communications professor I had several times who was partial to it too. I actually considered asking them to copy it again onto white paper for me, but didn’t know if it was worth the cost.)
I can tell you that it and ragweed are out before I can even see them. As soon as they start, I start with the itchy eyes, the sneezing, coughing and general feeling of discomfort in my own skin. Who wants that?
Goldenrod? I’m sure you do something worthwhile in the grand scheme of the global ecology, but could you cut me some slack? This girl can only take so much Zyrtec.