Amy Currioman

When I was a child I could wear shorts and run barefoot through knee-deep poison ivy and it never bothered me. Not a bump or a rash or itch. But now that I’m an adult I am astonished to discover that I have developed an allergy to it! So I avoid it. Imagine my dismay this morning when I woke up to find some poison ivy bumps on my hands. I haven’t been anywhere NEAR any poison ivy! So I have to assume that I got it from checking the pockets from my hubby’s jeans before I washed them a few days ago. He had dumped them on the bedroom floor (where they stayed for a few days) and when I decided I was sick of them and was going to do a load of towels I grabbed them, checked the pockets (no money darn it!) and tossed them in the wash.

Since HE had a poison ivy rash last week, I now have to assume that I got the poison ivy off of those jeans. GRRRRRR. Not a happy camper!

Someone named Craig is on my “dog house list.” I’m trying to be polite and not use the curse word I would prefer to use – but in the interest of keeping this a family-oriented blog I will not use that word. Although it is hard to do right now! It appears that this joker Craig went online and filled out some kind of form indicating that he wanted various mortgage companies to call him with low-interest refinancing offers and he used MY telephone number as a contact number! So now MY phone is ringing off the wall with mortgage companies trying to help this joker refinance his house! This really is NOT funny at all!