Do you all remember a couple years ago when I was home when my grandmother was passing and I got a really awful case of poison ivy? I got some topical cream from the doctor, but by the time I got to see her it had almost finished cycling through the awfulness.

Of course I never throw prescriptions away. That would just be wasteful.

I’m home now. The second little tube of cream expires May, 2010.


Now, let’s discuss: How on earth can I be eaten alive but Peter and Baby are untouched? (Peter had two bites on his wrist which have nearly disappeared.) Is it my sunscreen? Damn that Italian and his regularly-functioning melanin…