I've reached the point with my spring allergies where I want to rip my nose off my face. The sneezing, the runny snot switching to stuffy "I can't breath" every other second, the itchy watery eyes, the red irritated nose from all the Kleenex wiping. All the stock holders of Kimberly Clark are rejoicing.
I've decided that my goal with my knitting accessories store is to earn enough money monthly to cover Ally's orthodontic bills. (And eventually Emily's but since Ally's a thumb sucker, her teeth are worse.) I'm already practicing my "I sewed my fingers to the bone to give you straight teeth!" speech.
Or maybe to earn enough over the year to pay for the van to be repainted. They have to paint the entire van too, the kids didn't miss a single panel. Well maybe the hood doesn't need it but when they are doing every other single square inch for 3 grand (I'm getting another estimate today), what's another hundred to make sure the hood matches?
All I really want to do is crawl back into bed and wait until the pollen blows over.
UPDATE: I didn't get the van estimate done today because not only did I have the wrong street number (technically the right street except it's one of those goofy ones where there's a million little "OLD *name* ROAD" in our area and I was on the wrong one), I had the wrong phone number when I tried to call the auto shop. It's been rescheduled for next week and I have both the correct location and phone number now. Course next week is Spring Break and I'll have 5 kids along for the ride instead of 2. Joy...
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