Itch

7:14 a.m.

Yesterday is snowed all day, and hopefully didn't kill all my flowers:




















These are all lilac bushes, heavy with flowers:















































































Also, the other day we stumbled upon this:





















Closer:




















Closer:




















In other news, yesterday I achieved phase three of my body's reaction to stress, having already experienced cold symptoms and panic attacks. Hives! Hives are usually an extreme reaction, in the past reserved for deaths and severe emotional problems and some finals weeks. I broke out at work yesterday afternoon, all over my boobs and belly and chest. Very itchy. After work I showered, but couldn't remember if for hives you're supposed to take a warm or cool shower. Justin suggested cool, but I ignored him because it was snowing, and took a very warm/hot shower.

DUMB IDEA.

Itch-fest 2007.

Nothing is hotter than a girl who is struggling to refrain from clawing at her itchy boobs.

I did get to have my delayed drink, however, and had some nice girl time at the bar.

This weekend I'm going to clean a lot (family is now getting to town Tuesday instead of Friday, and if they pop in I want everything to be clean-ish), do laundry, get my practice hair appointment in, the Justice of the Peace is coming over to practice everything with us, and I have every intention of starting to pack for Hawaii. SHUT UP. It is not too early! On Sunday it will be ONE WEEK AWAY. It is time to dig out our new green suitcases and agonize over every item. And it will be fun. I'm sure there are other things, too, that will be done. Such as singing loudly to the dog, and making out, and internally weeping over my poppies.

I really wanted them to bloom, you know?

Maybe they still will. They just looked so droopy.

Work, work.

Love,
black sheeped