girlfiend

My summer has been relaxing and drama-free thus far, leaving me with precious little to blog about other than the kids. But just like after the Fiendling was born, my immune system is revolting and I’m a bit of a wreck physically. I’ve had a rash that comes and goes for weeks now. It shows up on my arms or legs, itches like a motherfucker, then disappears only to show up someplace else. Yesterday I woke up with the rash on my outer arms. It migrated to my legs and left elbow by nighttime. The dermatologist says there’s nothing to do but treat the symptoms. Awesome.

Then I got this thing on my back. I assumed it was a zit or a bug bite. I’ve never had a zit on my back, but it was reddish and hurt. I asked Boyfiend for his expert opinion and he told me that it was a zit. The following day the zit was bigger, redder and owier. Boyfiend tried to pop it and came to the conclusion that it was not, in fact, a zit and I needed to see a doctor about it. Sweet. And sexy on the beach.

Speaking of sexy, I ended up buying two new pairs of Reef flip flops this year because I was so grossed out by the old ones. They were blue to begin with and three summers of wearing them 90% fo the time turned them dingy and brown.  I figured with two new pairs of flip flops I could alternate and they wouldn’t get so nasty. But then (since I’m neurotic) I went ahead and gave cleaning the old ones a shot. I went to work with Dawn and a toothbrush and the results were incredible.

I could have saved myself the money and cleaned them to begin with. Oh well. You can never have too many pairs of comfortable flip flops.