pollen storm.

i was in bed this morning watching the weather channel when i saw this video {you might have to click on the 'skip this ad' X at the top of the player}:


the video was taken on monday night. the pollen is from a {north carolina} loblolly pine. i'm pretty
sure that the pollen bombs pine trees in our front yard {all six of them & their 20+ feet tall glory} are loblolly pines.

no wonder i am such a puffy, stuffy mess. no wonder my green car is an eerie shade of ick yellow. no wonder the sea foam at willoughby spit was yellow {i noticed that while driving to work yesterday}. no wonder i walked through a layer of pollen just to get into the office door yesterday at work. no wonder i have become co-dependent on claritin & benadryl.

i like the spring time. i like the pretty flowers & chirping birds. i like the warmer weather. but, please, pollen storm, stop.

DON'T WASH ME...LOVE ME INSTEAD

I walked outside yesterday afternoon and noticed that my car had been "vandalized" by my children:

You can barely make it out because of the glare, but it says
"I heart mom" across the hood.

So much for the $16 I spent washing my car on Saturday afternoon. I should have known better considering our pine trees (and just about every other plant or flower in our yard) are dropping pollen bombs all over the place. I could look on the bright side...at least my kids didn't write, "Wash me...again" all over the car.