I wake up to the sound of bluebirds, twittering outside my window.
Sunlight streams softly through my blinds.
With a large stretch and an even larger yawn, I climb out of bed to greet the day.
"Good morning world here I c-"
I stop. "Oh dear God..."
There's jizz everywhere.
Now, before everyone jumps to conclusions let's get one thing straight: I'm talking about pollen, because yes, it's that wonderful time of year. As the winter thaw commences (or in Texas, the temperature rises above 80 degrees) Earth experiences a new beginning through a season called spring. Spring is pretty awesome actually...sans pollen that is. (Give me anything but the pollen, I BEG YOU) No matter how many Zyrtecs, Claritins, or Benadryls I choke down in the morning, the valves controlling the pressure in my sinus cavity go haywire 100 percent of the time. The little spores coat everything, and I mean everything. And of course the trees decide to get their freak on AFTER I've spent a good chunk of my day washing and waxing the damn car. I mean, who knew the expression "love is in the air" could be taken literally? But with all of these plants running around and fornicating like animals - pardon the expression - we're essentially breathing in their love juices!
Gross.
We met again...Little yellow agents of Satan... |
Spring is still kind of nice though, even if it is just foreshadowing the crushing, stifling, God-awful heatwaves that are a mere month away.
With that being said, I need a cool drink. And an antihistamine cocktail.
Cam