Last night I was driving home from work, enjoying the warmish weather. I had my window rolled half down to indulge in a delightful breeze. That's when it hits me; the gift Georgia gave me.
Several years ago I was driving through Georgia. Perhaps I should clarify the state of Georgia, and not a person, that makes a big difference. It was a pretty drive, and the air felt nice as I stuck my arm out the window and breathed in the warm air.
Then I experienced something I had never felt before, and to say I was confused is an understatement. A thousand tiny little needles started stabbing me in the eyes, tears poured from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. My traveling companions thought I was bawling, and I very well could have. I dug my fists into my eyes, knowing I was smearing my mascara everywhere, it was a lost cause anyway since my tears made quick work of any semblance of makeup I had on. I ripped out my contacts, and settled in to rub, rub, rub.
"What's wrong, Bre?!"
"It burns!!!"
"Bre, it's just allergies."
"But, I don't have allergies!"
"Uh, pretty sure you do."
Before that moment I had never experienced an inkling of allergies, and then it was like getting smacked in the eyes with an angry cat. Georgia had ripped open a Pandora's box within me.
Every spring since then I have gotten allergies in the evening when I'm driving around. Every time it hits me I think, "Thank you, Georgia."
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3 comments:
remind me not to go to Georgia nytime soon.....darn you Georgia!! *shaking fist*
UGH! That sucks. I spent a few minutes trying to think of something clever or funny to say but nothing worked so I'll just stick with, that sucks. If I come up with anything I'll get back to you. :)
Hi Bre! I am Jean's sister (see comment above). She always sends me links to your blogs. I love reading your blogs and have decided to become a follower :) Just wanted to give you a heads up, so you didn't wonder who the weirdo was that was now following your blog and leaving comments.
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