CB's been to the doctor. I've been itching like crazy. But, we both agreed that we hadn't been around poison ivy. Skin rashes to the contrary.
But, today, I went, very carefully, to the scene of the exposure. There, popping its ugly head through the rock wall, were 3 little sprigs of poison ivy.
DAMN IT.
My arms look like I've been attacked by an ice pick. I have a place on my neck that looks like a hickey - oh, those were the days - and itches, too. Guess when Curtis asks me to help tear out wild grapevine, I should run screaming from the room.
Remember, "leaves of three, let it be".
If you are now singing "Poison Ivy", that's just another service I provide.
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