leaves of three, let it be...

This is just not my week.  First, it's the whole post-vacation blues thing.  Then, I wore my underwear backwards.  Also, my legs are covered in bruises/a weird rash thing so I've been wearing pants every day.  In the SUMMER.  Yesterday, I slept through my alarm.  Also, my celebrity crush left town forever.  And now?  I go to the doctor about said rash thing, and the cherry on top of this poopy-flavored sundae?   I have poison ivy.

Yeah, that's right.  POISON IVY.  Also known as contact dermatitis.  Also known as a plant from the fiery pits of hell. The puzzling thing about this is that I never go outside.  The wilderness is not for me. So how did poison ivy find my skin?  The doctor thinks I picked it up while on vacation.  I can just imagine the poison ivy creeping around the Las Vegas Strip, waiting for an adorably innocent, fun-loving person to attack:

Lesson learned here?  Some things don't stay in Vegas.

L

PS: I promise this is my last Vegas post.