Saturday, July 04, 2009

No sleep for the weary

It's 1:25 a.m. on Saturday morning. We have a big yard sale in about 6 hours. And neither of us is sleeping.

It's not that we're so excited about the prospect of dealing with rabid (and usually rude) bargain hunters.

No, Bob's top half is almost completely covered in poison ivy. He had to get shots and prescription creams this evening. His face, neck and arms are a mess of ugly red splotches. He's miserable.

I am staying up in solidarity. Ok, I have about 4 small poison ivy patches (2 on my face and 2 on my right hand) and they itch like nobody's business. I've got phantom itches everywhere.

We were pulling the neighbor's vines off of our fence when it happened. Obviously, Bob was the one doing all the pulling, hence the fact that he's completely covered.

I most likely touched some with my hand and spread it to my face.

Bob has amazing willpower and is not itching, although I itch just looking at him. I've already scratched two scabs on my hand and arm.

Luckily, Little Elvis doesn't have any... yet. It's hard hugging and cuddling him, though. We're so worried that we'll pass this mess along to him.

1 Comments:

Blogger MoziEsm√© said...

Ouch! Sorry about that...

We've got lots of poison oak in our yard, but so far no bad reactions yet.

10:23 PM  

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