Today, as Hubby was leaving for work after coming home for lunch, he called to remind me that we have some overgrown vines in the front yard.
As you may recall, I got a wicked case of poison ivy a few weeks back. I'm still a tad itchy, even. I've been avoiding the yard like poison BECAUSE IT IS FULL OF POISON.
But he is right. The yard needs help.
And so, I am wearing long pants and long socks and a long-sleeved shirt and gloves, in the heat, hoping to protect myself. I'm only going to stay out there for one hour, to minimize the potential for exposure, because I have proven to myself that I could not identify poison ivy to save my skin. And then I am going to shower with dish soap, because I read that works.
After that I think maybe a sage smudge, and a couple times through the rosary, and I'll donate cash to Benny Hinn, and anything else y'all suggest. Because I hate poison ivy, but I don't need the yard looking like we are bucking for Rednecks of the Week, either.