I haven't updated in forevah! We've had a fun household.
~Sick kids.
~Busy schedules.
~Sick kids.
~Sick kids.
~Sick kids...
And that pretty much sums it up.
THE END.
...
The other day, Brian came home from work and gave me the usual "Hey-hot-Mama-I-missed-you-hug." OK. OK. I added the last part for emotional uplifting. Anywho. I hugged him. Went back to my business. Which was probably somethin' along the lines of being a maid, chef, or referee ... I'm just sayin'...
Then I start to itch.
First on my neck.
Then arms.
Then tummy.
My face.
Eeeeep. It spread to my head.
I run to the bathroom for some Benadryl. Thinking the whole time, the day has come. Yup. I am allergic to my husband, and notice ... only children's Benadryl. Shoots. I can't take that ... that's just ghetto.
I took it. Ghetto's how I roll.
I take one last look at my itchies before I leave the bathroom, and that's when I notice ....
GRAY HAIR. Yeah. About 72 of them. Just popped up out of nowhere. *sigh* At that very moment I came to realize ... OK. I'm not allergic to Brian. Derr. That's just silly.
I'M. ALLERGIC. TO. GRAY. HAIR.
That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
