A strange thing happened today.
I looked out the window this morning and saw a GIANT GOLDEN BALL IN THE SKY. And it appeared to be creating a bright light and radiating warmth unto the land.
What the hell?
I dug deep into the dusty corners of my brain, conjured up a memory from February, and realized that the fireball above me might be that thing they call “The Sun”.
For the record, this is what the weather has looked like here for the last, oh, 2 months:
I quickly realized that this might be my only chance in April to actually plant something in my yard without the risk of drowning, so I zipped over to the nursery, picked out 3 lovely azalea plants, and loaded them into my car. I noticed as I was driving home that I seemed to have some sort of slight rash on my forearms. Huh. Weird.
I came home and made lunch (Buyer beware: HOT POCKETS PIZZA MINIS ARE A POOR SUBSTITUTE FOR JENO’S/TOTINO’S PIZZA ROLLS), and then decided I should get the azaleas planted before the heavens opened and dumped another 792 feet of rain on me.
I planted the azaleas, and came inside to clean up. That’s when I saw the rash on my arms again. The arms that had just been holding azalea plants.
It was back. And angry. And bumpy. And itchy.
Who the hell is allergic to azaleas??
Itchy arms aside, I hope that fireball thing sticks around. It was rather pleasant.