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3 comments:
Oh, how I hear ya.
Sometimes I miss working. I miss having a true "excuse" to piss and moan. Now that I stay home, I feel guilty about complaining. After all, I get to watch TPIR every day. ;)
My 84 year old grandpa is having bypass surgery in Indy today and I can't go. And, to make matters worse, some chigger got fat on the Susie Buffet. Having a woods in your backyard has it's downside.
My shiny object is the swing Rick put up for me. He hung it from a tall maple tree outside and I can get like 12 feet of air on two swings! And, Annie is blowing raspberries. Yes, I'm a simple gal.
I got three chiggers hiking this past weekend, one on the back of my knee. It is difficult to coat the back of one's knee in nail polish.
I feel obligated to tell you that the nail polish thing is a myth. Chiggers don't burrow into your skin; they just bite and scurry off. Try benedryl cream.
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