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Apr. 19th, 2006 10:06 pmToday was such a Wednesday. I hate Wednesdays. It's not that there's anything WRONG with them, but they suck. It's weird, I know. Contributing to the suck (DAMMIT, SEMAGIC, STOP REPLACING T - E - H with THE, I am trying to make the husband laugh here!) is that I am apparently tasty to the world's insect population, and last weekend, they ate me alive. The bites started coming up on Monday or so, but they're at their worst today. I finally had to go to the store on break and buy calamine lotion, which I covertly applied to all accessible regions in my cubicle. My skin is ultra-sensitive, and I don't know if one of the bites became infected or what, but there's a spot on my arm that looks for all the world like a long blister.. also, like the nasty insect juice is burrowing its way through my skin. I'm sorry, were you eating? Apologies. Anyway, it itches and stings and I have whined muchly, but really that didn't accomplish anything. M thinks I should remember that particular piece of wisdom.
I Googled info on insect bites, and I came to the conclusion that I am probably not on the verge of death from said itchies. Good to know.
But I do smell like poison ivy! Or at least how I smelled after a bout of poison ivy when I was little (from the lotion.) Knock on wood, but I think I outgrew my severe allergy to poison ivy. (Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to avoid getting near it if at all possible to put it to the test.) When I was small, I would catch it if I was within twenty feet of it. You know what makes this story unfortunate? When I was about three, I was playing in the woods by my grandfather's house with my older cousins. I needed to go pee and couldn't stop playing long enough to go back into the house, so I peed in the woods. (Vaguely shocked that I am telling this story to the entire internets.) I suppose this would have been alright if I hadn't wiped. With the conveniently located plant by the tree. Ouch.
My grandmother, when she was a teenager, and her best friend were discussing how they weren't allergic to poison ivy. To prove their point, they picked up some leaves and wrote the initials of the boys they had crushes on on their arms. Imagine their dismay when they learned that they were not quite as unallergic as they thought!
Proof that M and I need to consider eating a little healthier: while at a restaurant tonight, I complained to M about the shape of the bread. "This makes an inefficient butter delivery system!" And, you know. If we are eating bread in order to transport butter to our mouth, we got problems.
Oh, by the way. If you are someone who would conceivably expect to receive a birthday card from me, say, tomorrow, then.. umm.. it's sitting on my desk, so I didn't forget or anything. I'll try to put it in the mail tomorrow.
I Googled info on insect bites, and I came to the conclusion that I am probably not on the verge of death from said itchies. Good to know.
But I do smell like poison ivy! Or at least how I smelled after a bout of poison ivy when I was little (from the lotion.) Knock on wood, but I think I outgrew my severe allergy to poison ivy. (Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to avoid getting near it if at all possible to put it to the test.) When I was small, I would catch it if I was within twenty feet of it. You know what makes this story unfortunate? When I was about three, I was playing in the woods by my grandfather's house with my older cousins. I needed to go pee and couldn't stop playing long enough to go back into the house, so I peed in the woods. (Vaguely shocked that I am telling this story to the entire internets.) I suppose this would have been alright if I hadn't wiped. With the conveniently located plant by the tree. Ouch.
My grandmother, when she was a teenager, and her best friend were discussing how they weren't allergic to poison ivy. To prove their point, they picked up some leaves and wrote the initials of the boys they had crushes on on their arms. Imagine their dismay when they learned that they were not quite as unallergic as they thought!
Proof that M and I need to consider eating a little healthier: while at a restaurant tonight, I complained to M about the shape of the bread. "This makes an inefficient butter delivery system!" And, you know. If we are eating bread in order to transport butter to our mouth, we got problems.
Oh, by the way. If you are someone who would conceivably expect to receive a birthday card from me, say, tomorrow, then.. umm.. it's sitting on my desk, so I didn't forget or anything. I'll try to put it in the mail tomorrow.
