I’ve heard the tales.

I just couldn’t ever believe it.

I’ve never had allergies in my life. I mean, heck, I practically grew up on a farm, spent many summers there as well.

Never had a problem.

As I’ve gotten a little more seasoned, I find that I’m just a little more ‘achoo-ee’ lately in the spring.

It couldn’t be allergies. I’ve never been allergic to anything.

But this year seems to be the kicker.

I walked out of the mall into a courtyard of white blossomed trees and the sneezing began. Not intensely, mind you, but enough to draw attention to the fact that I could put 2+2 together and get 4….aka…allergies.

Not the answer I was looking for.

I don’t know if the pollen is just insane this year or what. I mean, our cars are covered in it. But all I know is when the windows are shut, sneezing is very minimal.

Open ’em up?

The sneezing and minor sniffling commences.

What the french toast???

I’m 47, for cryin’ out loud. They say you can get them as an adult, but I just didn’t believe it.

I’m not digging it.

But at least I can breathe in this explosion of loveliness–deeply, mind you–without any external reaction besides ahhhhhhhh.