The weather was so, so gorgeous this weekend. We had all the windows open and went out for a gentle hike around the Coralville Reservoir on Saturday. The downside is that my allergies are absolutely nuts, and the only thing I can take is Benadryl. That is good for sneezing and stuff, but it also makes me really drowsy, so I can’t very well take it during the day. It also doesn’t do anything for congestion. If anybody knows of a decongestant that’s safe for pregnancy, let me know. Everything I’ve found says it’s category C, which means don’t take it unless it’s really, really necessary.

Wait…isn’t Robitussin supposed to be okay? I’ll check on that. UPDATE: ixnay on the obitussinRay. “Studies on animals show adverse effect and toxicity on fetus.” Stupid animals, ruining it for everybody.

So anyway, it’s rained so much lately that the woods were really fungusy. Maybe you think that’s gross, but it was quite beautiful.

This is us, in case you didn’t know.

Fungus

More fungus

My little slug friend

It was fun. We also went out to dinner on Saturday night with Jamal and Alyssa, and the smell of my crab curry was oozing out my pores for a good 24 hours after that. After dinner we saw Superbad, which was quite funny, and the acting was really good.

I was going to say something about par, but I couldn’t figure out how to make it make sense. I don’t know much about golf, but if you go below par, that’s good, right? But when you say something is subpar, that’s bad.

It reminds me of that episode of The Simpsons where Pierre, the sexy bowling instructor, is trying to make it with Marge. Psyching himself up in the mirror, he said (in a French accent of course), “You’re really going to strike out tonight!’