Grody, Grody, Grody
My sunburn started peeling yesterday. And, by peeling, I mean that actual sheets of dead skin are sloughing off my body in large quantities and in rapid succession.
I look like a lizard. Or, a snake, take your pick.
And, lord have mercy; I itch. I itch so badly that I have forgone any semblance of modesty and I openly-and frantically- scratch my boobs each time a sheet of putrid epidermis falls into my bra which, by the way, happens often, making me the least modest leper in the colony.
In less grody news (grody, ha! I haven’t used that word in ages! Don’t you love it? Grody. Ga-roooowdy. Say it ten times fast and see if you don’t), I finally cleaned my house yesterday. Rowdie is shedding like a sumbitch and I am struggling to keep up with the fur tumbleweeds that have been gathering near the baseboards. I am so tempted to shave that damn dog, it isn’t even funny.
Hmm, pet-hair tumbleweeds are pretty damn grody, too; I guess it wasn’t less grody news. Let’s try again.
Tomorrow is Good Friday which means the end of Lent* and…dum, dum, da….I GET TO EAT A FREAKING CHOCOLATE BAR!!!!
Then, the Easter Bunny will come hop-hop-hoppin' along on Saturday night which means that I will have a plethora of chocolate goodies from which to choose! I even have a plan for distracting the children while I raid their baskets and, this year, it is sure to succeed.
And, that my friends, is not grody at all.
*Actually, Lent officially ends with the Mass of the Lord’s Supper on Holy Thursday. Bet you didn’t know that. Also, my mom is wiping away the tears, she is so proud of me for knowing it. Either that or she didn't know it and is now thumbing through her Catholic Manual wondering if I am correct and, if so, how did that happen?