Bananas are Evil

Stupid bananas!

I'm allergic to them. Always have been. No one believes me when I say this because "NO ONE is allergic to bananas." I avoid the damn things like the plague.

The last time I touched one was during 12th grade home ec. My kitchen partners were cutting so it was just me and a recipe for banana bread. I asked to team up with another group. My teacher said no. I explained I'd spike a fever and break out in hives if she made me work with bananas. "That's rediculous! No one is allergic to bananas." Then she threatned to fail me if I didn't get in the kitchen and start baking.

So I did. And, despite my best efforts to keep the fruit away from my flesh, an hour later I was burning up and covered in angry red splotches. I took great pleasure going to my teacher's last class of the day, interrupting the lecture with an "I told you so!" while displaying my arms -which by now were covered in the biggest hives you've ever seen.

She gave me an A.

Anyway...I think I had a point here somewhere...

My son loves bananas. He would eat them every day if he could. Hubby takes over the feeding responsibilities when banana is on the menu. Except today because he was working.

I didn't really think about it as I reached for the box of oatmeal, forgetting it contained bananas. (In my defense, it was the only box of cereal left in the house as hubby forgot to go shopping this week.) Andrew decided it was time to try feeding himself and grabbed the spoon, flinging oatmeal all over the kitchen and all over me. He thought it was hysterical and I did too at the time.

Until about an hour ago. That was when the itching started. I am now covered head to toe in ugly banana blotches. Seeing them makes me even itchier.

To make matters just a little worse, my legs got it the worst and all my pant suits are at the dry cleaner. Every last one of them. I am going to look rediculous in court tomorrow.