Wednesday, April 7, 2010

This morning I woke up itching like a 5 year old with chicken pox due to being feasted (buffet-ed?) upon my these straight outta hades sand gnats or biting midges, whatever you want to call the jerks. Anyhoo, I groggily mosey over to the bathroom in hopes of benadryl or something fun to get rid of this scratching my arms and legs like a flea bitten woman of the night. To my surprise as I was rummaging through my miscellaneous drug drawer (you know you have one), I found something called "Anti-itching cream". Oh HOOORAY!!! JESUS HAS RISEN!!!! I rub this all over me-- twice. I look like I have been attacked by laxative fed pigeons but I am waiting for the relief to wash over me. While I'm waiting, I bother to read the tube more closely. I have now twice applied VAGINAL itching cream all over me.

While I recognize it's basically the same thing... It forced me to shower (and you all know how much I love to do that), because something I put solely on my hoohah, shouldn't be on my forearms.


  1. this delighted me to no end.... mostly because you also call your lady bits "hoohah". thank god i'm not alone.

  2. Thank you. Come over soon. We'll have mint julips or something.