Cheesy puns, bear with me...

Dearest You,
Since this is how I started my day, I thought it'd be appropriate to begin my blog with the Do's and Don't's (do you put apostrophes there?) of allergy-season.
Do:
*Inhale.
*Take benadryl. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SUFFER! Actually, you do. At least you can convince yourself you're doing something about it.
*Let people know that you have allergies so they don't think you're rudely blowing your nose and exposing your germs to the general public. (Bonus: gain sympathy). (Double bonus: If you talk about it, people are guaranteed to get itchy skin within seconds. THEN they'll feel sorry for you.)


Don't:
*Inhale pollen.
*Take too much benadryl. People might not believe your excuses for being drowsy and completely out of it.
*Scratch your eyes. Especially wearing makeup.
*Sneeze.
*Put cucumber slices on your eyes if at all avoidable. There's a possibility that one of your eyes is allergic to something on the cucumbers. This eye might decide to swell, turn yellow, and freak your parents out so much that they take you to the ER. I'm not suggesting that this happened to me, but--OK, yes, it happened to me.
*Sit out in the grass. That's basically daring the enemy (a.k.a pollen) to open fire.
*Put fresh flowers in your room--ummm, I think this is self-explanatory.


Cheesy pun of the day: While we were in the grocery store, a bag of carrots was uncarroteristically yellow (intentionally). Get it? Hehe. I told my little sisters I would post that on Facebook, but I chickened out at the last minute. I figured anybody who knows me enough to care to read my blog will forgive the dorky jokes :P.
"of the day" may have led you to believe that this will be a daily occurrence, this reciting of puns. Not to worry, I have no intention to--But now that you mention it... :D


I'm totally making a dress out of old curtain for my little sister. She wants it for Easter, but I made no promises. My impromptu/improvised sewing doesn't always turn out beautifully...

Gen's making me listen to Disney music. No, not the "Someday My Prince Will Come", "When You Wish Upon a Star" awesomeness. We're talking about the Disney actors-suddenly-turned-singers stuff. Haha. Some of it's not so bad :P

Decisions, decisions. That free-will is great and all, but it sure is complicated.

Wind-blown hair. Hmmphm. Guess I should be thankful for it--Without it, people might think I actually looked in a mirror before leaving the house. Couldn't have that.

I wonder if one of my blog posts will ever NOT be random? 'Cause I know y'all are SO interested in all those spaghetti thoughts of mine. At least I'm blogging, right? :D

Praise God for choices! I am seriously glad we're not robots.

Con amore,
Sophie