‘Tis ragweed season, boys and girls.

I managed to postpone the annual misery by traveling 3,500 miles away from the pollen at the beginning of the month. In theory, this was a great plan, since I thought I could outwit the Clever Ragweed Pollen by disappearing for a week but alas, it was not to be a long-term success.

The good news is, since I started allergy shots a couple of months ago I should be in much better shape next year.

The bad news is…my node id duffed up now. Bah.

CU watched his second episode last night of Dancing With The Stars. I didn’t think he was reacting appropriately enough (come on, who reads Food & Wine when you can watch the quick step?), so I dragged him back to the office and made him watch not one, but two Drew Lachey/Cheryl Burke YouTube performance videos…”WATCH HOW HIS SHOULDERS ARE UP, THE JUDGES GOT ALL OVER HIM FOR THAT LAST YEAR…AND THEY LOOK LIKE THEY’RE HAVING A GREAT TIME, LOOK…IT’S THE SAME MOVES FROM THE THRILLER VIDEO…WOW…AREN’T THE TWO OF THEM AMAZING TOGETHER? HUH, HUH, HUH????”

When I still wasn’t getting the desired feedback, I called my mom. I suspect it was when CU and I were back in the office that the Clever Ragweed Pollen snuck into the house and buried itself into our couch.

So, I read yesterday over at Grey’s Writers that tomorrow’s season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy would contain several references to the very first episode, so looks like I’ll be dusting off the series premiere and watching it for the 112th time. Can’t be caught off-guard or anything…and besides, I never tire of hearing George say, “strappy sandals.”

And finally, if you have a few minutes, check this out. Make sure your pop-ups are enabled! That sounded slightly dirty, didn’t it?