Nobody likes me, everybody hates me. I'm gonna
My husband, with his sweet tooth, has programmed the 2 younger kids to expect dessert of some kind every night.
Last night, after a "breakfast" dinner of pancakes and eggs, the Youngest asked for dessert, spawning the following conversation:
Hubster: "There is no dessert. Your pancake was dessert."
Youngest: "If there is no dessert, I'm going to run away."
Me: "If you run away, what will you eat?"
Youngest: "Plants. And I'll dig for worms."
Hmm. Maybe I need to stop making the cute rice krispy treats with those gummy worms.
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ow I know why snakes are so grumpy when it's shedding time.
We took the dog to the doggy beach. We all had a great time. Turns out the dog does a great impression of a hippo underwater. He doesn't swim as much as he walks around on the bottom. Rather silly. He WILL swim if he has to get to me, though!
If you know me well, I used to be the one in the full length shirt, skirt, and hat at the beach. NO tan for me, I liked to be white, thank-you-very-much, and I really do not want the alligator skin that accompanies well tanned women.
Well, sunscreen technology has advanced and I decided to risk it in the bathing suit. I made sure the kids were well covered in spf 50 with uvA and Bb protection before we even finished up the drive. I got all the areas on me that I could reach. In the chaos that ensued with dog and kids at the beach, I forgot about that spot on the back that I COULDN'T reach in the car.
That was last Sunday. Monday and Tuesday were spent in excruciating agony. Clothes hurt. Air hurt. Wednesday began with the twinging spot itches that hurt badly. AHH THursday--felt like a normal sunburn, finally, still had those small spots of incredible itch/pain--but still too red to actually touch those spots! Still red, still sore, but manageable. Look, I'm peeling a bit....
FRI??!! Still burned and peeling like a snake. It's gross, this much skin coming off. AND ITCHING!!! I don't even care that it hurts to itch. It started in my office, which thankfully has a door. I have never experienced anything like this itch. I can't concentrate on anything else!! Since I can't actually really reach the area, I am reaching for anything that can help. Right now the preferred method is the closed blade of the scissors. Yup, here I am wiggling and sighing with the scissors up my back and small pieces of my skin drifting like snow around my chair. When that stops helping, I occasionally have to apply lotion to the back of my brush to get it to the right spots.
Yup, I am a model of office professionalism
Last night, after a "breakfast" dinner of pancakes and eggs, the Youngest asked for dessert, spawning the following conversation:
Hubster: "There is no dessert. Your pancake was dessert."
Youngest: "If there is no dessert, I'm going to run away."
Me: "If you run away, what will you eat?"
Youngest: "Plants. And I'll dig for worms."
Hmm. Maybe I need to stop making the cute rice krispy treats with those gummy worms.
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ow I know why snakes are so grumpy when it's shedding time.
We took the dog to the doggy beach. We all had a great time. Turns out the dog does a great impression of a hippo underwater. He doesn't swim as much as he walks around on the bottom. Rather silly. He WILL swim if he has to get to me, though!
If you know me well, I used to be the one in the full length shirt, skirt, and hat at the beach. NO tan for me, I liked to be white, thank-you-very-much, and I really do not want the alligator skin that accompanies well tanned women.
Well, sunscreen technology has advanced and I decided to risk it in the bathing suit. I made sure the kids were well covered in spf 50 with uvA and Bb protection before we even finished up the drive. I got all the areas on me that I could reach. In the chaos that ensued with dog and kids at the beach, I forgot about that spot on the back that I COULDN'T reach in the car.
That was last Sunday. Monday and Tuesday were spent in excruciating agony. Clothes hurt. Air hurt. Wednesday began with the twinging spot itches that hurt badly. AHH THursday--felt like a normal sunburn, finally, still had those small spots of incredible itch/pain--but still too red to actually touch those spots! Still red, still sore, but manageable. Look, I'm peeling a bit....
FRI??!! Still burned and peeling like a snake. It's gross, this much skin coming off. AND ITCHING!!! I don't even care that it hurts to itch. It started in my office, which thankfully has a door. I have never experienced anything like this itch. I can't concentrate on anything else!! Since I can't actually really reach the area, I am reaching for anything that can help. Right now the preferred method is the closed blade of the scissors. Yup, here I am wiggling and sighing with the scissors up my back and small pieces of my skin drifting like snow around my chair. When that stops helping, I occasionally have to apply lotion to the back of my brush to get it to the right spots.
Yup, I am a model of office professionalism
posted by Madzillah at 2:10 PM
1 Comments:
poor kid, I hate that. Being a "white" girl, too, I do it at least once a year.
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