June 08, 2005

Rubbing off in the company bathroom.

It isn't what you think. I'm wearing a sweater today because of the horrible, unseasonal weather, and it's itchy. My shirtsleeves keep riding up under the sweater sleeves so that the prickly sweater material is poised to torment my already itchy upper arms. It's a terrible cycle; it itches, so I rub through the material, which catches on little pieces of skin, which cling to the fabric and stick around to poke my arms and make them itch more. Eventually there's nothing for it but to make a beeline for the bathroom, tear off my sweater, roll up my shirtsleeves and rub frantically at the itchy bits. At least I'm not scratching... much.

I hope the Corn family isn't offended by vines. Six hours in the car with prickly sleeves is more than I'll be able to stand.

Posted by dianna at June 8, 2005 01:51 PM

where are you going in oregon?

Posted by: michele at June 8, 2005 02:49 PM

Ashland. Justin's graduating from Southern Oregon University.

Posted by: Dianna at June 8, 2005 09:23 PM

I want to go back to Oregon. Those beaches! That gas pump service!

Posted by: jason s at June 9, 2005 09:11 AM

argh! i hate it when they pump your gas for you!

Posted by: michele at June 9, 2005 10:54 AM

Yeah, I guess I don't really like it that much either. In fact, Oregon as a whole isn't really so hot. I think I'm just emotional right now.

Posted by: jason s at June 9, 2005 02:43 PM

don't diss oregon, bitch.

mmm, i've been reading bad books. sorry.

what are you emotional about? did something happen to your plan?

Posted by: michele at June 9, 2005 09:14 PM

Oh, I was just kidding. I'm not emotional at all.

Posted by: jason s at June 9, 2005 10:08 PM