RAGWEED

And I do NOT mean the Cross Canadian kind of ragweed that you hear on the radio. It's a quiet, little bastard that looks something like this:

Now keep in mind that I haven't seen any while driving down the road. Or in my classroom. Or while asleep. Or at my mom's house. Or in my car. Or in the shower. Or in our home. I saw ragweed on September 25 (hheellllllloooooo --- ten days ago) and it's still killing me.

I swear that I am going to die from the grips of ragweed. It has been YEARS since I've had fits of sneezing, running nose, itchy & watery eyes, wheezing, swelling & other deadly type stuff. Next year when we have to take the 4th graders to the Outdoor Learning Center, there will be three options: (1) I'm not going, (2) it will need to be schedule after a HUGE winter freeze, or (3) we'll have to go to an INdoor Learning Center.

I'm off to whine some more and scrape the corneas off of my eyes again . . .