Who Put Rocks in My Throat?

Happy October, Bloggity World.
Wish I felt more like celebrating.
You see... I have swallowed some rocks. Well, not really. It just feels like I did.
Mr. Army doctor said,

"It's not H1N1."
"It's not strep."
"It's congestion from... probably a virus. Your ears and nose and throat are all closed up."

Well, duh.
And, he failed to mention that some rocks have moved in down my throat.

On a much brighter note, we have had ourselves some genuine Fall-like weather. Thanks you, Lord. I was totally finished with that whole hot and humid summer stuff. Finished.

I put out some scarecrows and a hay bale on my front porch.
The guy at the farmer's market looked at me kinda odd when I asked him to load the hay for me.

I said, "My son and I are both allergic to hay."

I read his mind, and he was thinking, "Well then... dumb lady... why are you buying it?"

'Cause it looks darn cute on my front porch and I had to have something to stick my scarecrows into... they kept falling over.

I know what you're thinking... hay allergy=sore throat

Nope. The rocks were there long before the hay.

Now I just have to get well before next weekend. It's my ___th Year High School Reunion.
I am so excited to live close enough (for once!) to be able to go! A lot of us old timers have re-connected on Facebook, and I think it will be great to see everyone.

I have one week to lose 25 pounds, get some Botox, attempt to look 18 again, and get rid of this crud.

Something tells me it's gonna be a busy weekend.