A good sort of itch.

My shipment of calamine lotion should be here aaaaany minute, and boy do I ever need it! No, I don't have poison ivy or some nasty rash, I have that seven year thing. The itch thing. Starting today.


I guess I could share my lotion with him if I felt like I wanted to be nice.

We'll see.

Happy anniversary, Pookie Bear!

[Oh, and if HE wrote this blog, which he doesn't, he would say something really funny like "Four wonderful years, seven total." or "Twelve years. At least it feels like it." I'm so lucky.]