Just call me Rudolph

I can't remember when my allergies have ever been this bad. If I'm not sneezing, coughing, taking hits off of the inhaler, or keeping Josh up at night with my snoring, then I'm frantically searching for a kleenex to wipe my ever dripping nose. Which, by the way, I've become quite the expert in tissue types. We took the kids out for a walk and a romp in the field last night and by the time we got back, my eyes were swollen and my nose was raw from me itching it. Sexy. I don't know what else to do at this point. Maybe I just need to be put in a bubble...?

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