There's Dumb. There's Dumber....

Then there's me.

I had a complete brain shut-down on Monday, and I pulled weeds in the backyard without any gloves on. Nature girl that I am, I also managed to discard of some poison ivy in the process. Just wrapped it all around my hands. Now they are totally swollen and blistered up.

I really do know the "leaves of three" rule, but honestly, I'm just not used to paying that much attention to individual weeds. Getting back to nature, for me, involves sand and salt water. Not the woods. I'm no good at that, even though I ought to be better since I have two brothers who are Eagle Scouts.

At least I'm not AS allergic to poison ivy as my brothers are. Robert specifically. He can pick up a stick that at one time laid on top of the ivy and break out. It's practically a systemic reaction with him.

Anyway, my hands are swollen enough that I can wear my grandfather's wedding ring on the middle finger on my right hand. Gra did not have small hands.
Dumb, dumb, dumb.