#1: all the crawling around I did this weekend with the legion of dustbunnies in my parents basement. There was more cat fur and dust (and far less schwag) than I thought there could be in one family's basement. (as a sidebar, the only good stuff I got was stuff that was mine to begin with -- picture frames, bedsheets and a $10 roll of quarters from the Box Of Stuff That Used To Be In Kates Car, That Is, When She Had A Car.)
#2: the bizarro pollen shitstorm that kicked up Saturday afternoon. My sister and I were outside playing cards when the wind picked up. And my parents live on a park (see the picture below for a sense of the greenery and fyi, the gentleman in the picture has only been edited out because last time I used this picture, he got upset that I was using it. Granted, that was because I had cropped him out and used the pic on a dating site, but that's a whole nother story)
So it's green green green there. And then the wind picks ups (blowing our card game to hell) and when we turn around to pick up the cards, this ENORMOUS, TERRIFYING green cloud is blowing off the trees. Not like leaves blowing or seedlings flying off the trees. It was sheer pollen. Not terribly unsimilar to this (just greener, and in the backyard):
Pollen (or as my brother-in-law was calling it "tree sperm") was flying EVERYWHERE! It was so heavy on the table that we could write our names in it! It was in our hair, our ears, our eyes. Imagine a whole sky full of this: 
You know how kids worry about eating apple seeds because they don't want trees to grow in their tummies? Similar fear, only in my lungs.
But, surprisingly enough, neither my mom's two cats, the basement nor the Plague of Pollen was enough to get me even a little stuffed up. Only when I returned to the city did my nose start to run, and my eyes to water and the sneezing to take over.
I shudder to think of what kind of apocalyptic shit I'm allergic to here.
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