The point is, I woke up this morning and freaked out. Why? I could breathe. Through my nose. All the nostril gremlins who'd been chillin up in there surfing on dust mites down slopes from my inner ear to my throat were nowhere to be found. It's like I'd whitewashed all their basic graffiti tags along my mucus membranes in my sleep. My goal was to kick allergy meds by the end of the 30 days...in three days, most signs of my allergies had diminished. Now. By around 4 PM, some light signs reappeared, but compared to dealing with them first thing in the morning, snortin' salt water 'n such, cocktailin' it up with my Zyrtec/Excedrin combo...to be relieved of that was a bonus and a relief.
Also, you'll be happy to know that I'm in a much better mood than I was a few days ago. Might have something to do with the brownie recipe I picked up from Michelle. I saw her FB pic and was like, I'm makin me some brownies today! Good timing too. The strawberry pie is about gone. But the brownies. Three words: To. Die. For. And, as if this is even a question, go with the choklit icing option. Trust me. But, I'm in such a good mood, gigglin into my grapes today and everything, Poohbear and the kittehs have come out of hiding since Mommy has stopped the screaming, and are enjoying brownies with me. Well. Poohbear is. Typhoon is just lurking waiting on a benevolent brownie deity to drop some from the counter.