I apparently have poison oak. Remember how the other night I bragged about the great deals my dead flowers got me? Well, as I was digging holes for those plants I was also doing the tango with some poison oak vines. Kill me now, it is on my arms, shoulder, face, wrists. And it is killing me. The cream from the pharmacy makes no impact. So while I joke about all fit this I have a really good man, who, at midnight is venturing out to get me another cream
Dear God, thank you for a man who is willing to go out and take care of me at midnight. Amen.
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