My oldest son refused to hug me this weekend.
Saturday, I stopped by my ex's place to drop off some stuff (yes, as a side-note, he is an ex now... I learned last week that the divorce was final a week or so ago; I'm still not sure of the exact date) and to try to get some of my files off of his computer. Blondie was outside raking. And when I asked for a hug, he looked down at my poison-ivy-laden arms and muttered something about leprosy.
Last night, I dropped Pumpkin and Doober off for their week with the ex. And I asked Blondie if he was still going to refuse me a hug. He asked if I still had leprosy. I said I thought it was herpes, not leprosy.
I still didn't get a hug.
In other news, I had a fight with my resident poison ivy plant. I paired up with my good buddy, Roundup. Poison ivy is looking a bit under-the-weather now, but I'm not positive whether I can declare victory yet. But at least he has a few roots in the grave.
3 comments:
burn baby burn!
Just keep cutting it. You will kill it eventually.
The leaves have brown edges but it still appears alive. I will make a second attempt when I get back from vacation. That baby's gonna DIE!
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