Itchy and bitchy

See those lovely falling leaves we caught below? We then pressed them into wax paper in a book with blank pages that the Little Miss is going to use to display her "leaf collection". We had so much fun on that quiet Sunday afternoon.

Now I'm itching. And bitching. I can't sleep, my neck and forehead and face has blotchy swollen patches.

It's the poison ivy itch. And it's spreading.

It's why I named the blog "Runs with scissors". If I could trip I would, and my granddaughter luckily has escaped the doomed rash.
Sorry, I better go disinfect my keyboard and you ad better too!