When Jack got home, he took a look at me and did a double-take.
"You have poison ivy on your face," he said. "It's like, a line of it across your forehead."
Poison... what? Oh wait. Now I remember. CRAP.
I had pulled weeds in our backyard this weekend, and after the fact, Jack and his dad pointed out that we had poison ivy back there, but since I didn't break out right away, I figured I was in the clear.
That's where I wiped my forehead.
And my cheek.
And my EYE. OMG, my eye. Praying HARD that it doesn't spread INTO my eye.
So, I'm washing our sheets. And everything else I can think of. And I made this red velvet cake tonight from scratch:
...which really has nothing to do with poison ivy at all but it's a much happier image to leave you with than the other ones.