So… I’ve been fine all day. No sneezing, no runny nose, no itchy eyes.
Then Paul walks in with a bag of planting potatoes and off I go. Sneezing. (And I mean SNEEZING. Like 15 times in a row.) My nose is running. My eyes itch.
I mention it, in passing, and what does he do?
Drags the bag of potatoes back in and holds it under my nose.
"I’m only cruel to be kind. I want to see if it makes it worse, then you know what you’re allergic to."
Gee, thanks hon.
*runs for Benadryl*
