When good flowers go bad

I'm dying, my 6 y/o is dying. The only people left will be DH and B. Oh and that damn dog, he'll outlive us all.
I'm off to the store to find Benedryl, non-drowsy and regular. *sigh* If the movers would GET HERE with our stuff I'd have a whole mini pharmacy of allergy meds, but since they are exactly 8 days late, I have nothing.
And you may be asking yourself "How much more bitching can she possibly do?"
I assure you. Lots. I'm a crybaby like that.