Sassafras Ivy

When I showed JT the poison ivy rash I've acquired in the crook of my elbow, his response pretty well summed it up, "It sucks to be you."

As any mother would be, I'm touched by his level of concern.  The rash seems to be confined to one spot and is just the sort of reward I should have expected for my efforts to remove weeds from the overgrown flower bed in the backyard.  Someone pass me the cortisone.