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We have our first case of poison ivy--on Satchel's face! Poor guy got it trying to capture (and convince me to adopt) a feral kitten hiding out behind the old Marine Hospital downtown. I said to him, "Watch out for poison ivy!" but I didn't wipe him down to prevent the rash from taking hold. He's actually been quite a trooper and is doing a good job of not scratching. He is driving me a bit nuts with the hypothetical situations he is imaging now. (i.e. "Would you die if you got poison ivy in your eye? In your ear? Stomach?")


I took a little jaunt to the hospital this morning for a procedure they call "Novasure." (Basically it will allow me to walk along the beach in white pants with a smile on my face.) Warren kept my spirits up with jokes he heard on the Comedy Channel like "Your momma's so fat, she had to go to the hospital for a KFC-section!"

Now that I'm home, the boys are letting me rest and being very sweet. They were really excited about the fact that I had a camera inserted in my belly button--until I showed them the incision. Warren is making my favorite Tom Kha soup. He's never made it before, but I'm sure it's going to be great. I haven't eaten since the lovely cookout at the Alleys' yesterday! (Good thing I ate enough to sustain me for a week.)


Anyways, I'll be home resting all week. Send Netflix suggestions.