In other developments, I’d like to point out that I’m dying. It’s slow and methodical, and it’s too late for treatment. In fact, it’s so nasty that I wouldn’t wish this on several ex-bosses. Slow strangulation, gasping for breath, various discharges that point to severe reactions…and the best part is that I have photos of my murderers. Some people should be so lucky.
Whatever you do, don’t be complacent the way I was. Just rip those lungs out, get gill slits implanted, and spend the rest of the summer on the bottom of a swimming pool. *death rattle*
Oenothera!!! I love those.
I didn’t realize lupins were bastards for allergies; aren’t they insect pollinated?
Up here it’s mainly trees and grasses. We don’t have many wild flowers. Our killers aren’t even pretty,
We have a lot of wildflowers, and most of them are stunning. Unfortunately, these tend to leave me with my sinus passages full of hot-melt glue.