1. Dear Fall Allergies:
You're running a few weeks late this year, no? Well, I must say, you fooled me into complacency, thinking maybe I was finally
growing back out of you. Which is why, of course, I was so unprepared for today's wild onslaught of sneezing and sniffling and itching eyes and scratchy throatiness. And why, naturally, you are currently kicking my ass.
I've taken a pill now to banish you for a few hours, so be on guard, because I'm going to squash you to the best of my ability. But that said, I could use a little sympathy, here - please tell the headache to cease and desist
. I'm going to Sylar my own head off soon otherwise, and that's just a bad point to have to reach. You want me to live another day so you can torture me, I want to live another day to attempt to squash you. Win-win, see? So for real - help a girl out.
Your Host Body,
2. My potato-chip cookies were a hit at the picnic. I have to bring the recipe to the next meeting for several people.
3. One of my favorite ladies from Chapter, Carol - she lost her husband at the end of May this year. Things had been getting a little easier for her recently, until just this last Thursday. Some assholes broke into her house IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. Destroyed one of the panels of her front door, then instead of reaching through to unlock it, they went around to the backyard and destroyed her sliding glass doors to get in. They ransacked her bedroom and office, and stole every piece of jewelry she owned, her laptop and a few other things.
She'd just taken off her wedding ring last weekend; now it's gone, along with John's ring and a few other pieces John had given her. The jeweler has pictures of the rings and one of the other pieces, but-. If you pray, if you send good wishes and thoughts, please do it for her. It's been a rough year for her, and I love her.
4. Phineas & Ferb
FTW. Doofenshmirtz Evil, Incorporated!