Tom quit his job. He's buying his very own truck and going to work for Schneider hauling big ugly orange trailers all across America. So yesterday he had to turn his old truck in at CFI headquarters in Joplin, Missouri. I had to follow him down there, through Kansas City rush hour (scares me all over again about moving to Omaha -- city traffic!) so he would have a ride home. No big deal, right?
Wrong.
I am allergic to Missouri. Maybe it's the barley fields, or maybe it's the sunflower fields, I don't know. All I know is that today, I can't breathe through my nose. But, I do have pecan fudge from Ozarkland and Tom is home again until Saturday so I guess I'm happy.
I really hope I'm not allergic to the sunflower fields. I think I would like to be a sunflower farmer someday. What could be better? Name me one happier career than one that requires you to be surrounded by fields of flowers all day. Maybe just for fun someday, I will find myself a field and plant sunflowers in it, just so I could run through them and surround myself with their sunny cheerfulness. IF I'm not allergic to them. Somehow I think the inability to breath would be able to dampen the cheer.
I hate Missouri.
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