Let's see. What's going on.

I have poison ivy. It's driving me insane. I don't think it will go away until at least February 2010. I do wonder how it would affect Charlie's blood sugar if I infected him.

Unlikely to happen though. Susanne has me quarantined in the basement bathroom, resting in a tub filled with hydrocortisone.

"Don't touch daddy!" It can be heard all day - thwarting attempts by the kids to climb me like a mountain or swing from my arms like a helicopter blade or take me hostage in some sort of secret agent operative.

It does have its perks though.

"Carey, can you give Ben a bath?"

"Sure. Let me just roll up my sleeves" [revealing a growth of small pink bumps climbing up my forearm like Clematis]. (READ MORE)