I went out to VA today to check in on my parents. Betty, of course, was out working in what my dad calls "the Back 40" - the parkland and creek behind their house. My dad was watering the yard.
I checked email as I was waiting for my mom to change from creek clothes to normal, hang out in the house clothes. I was sitting at the computer when she came in.
"Hey, Lis, would you look at my butt?"
"Sure. . . Mom, it looks like poison ivy. I think you have poison ivy."
"I think something bit me. It's really itchy."
"It looks like poison ivy to me."
"It can't be poison ivy. I don't have any anywhere else."
"It's not a spider bite, that's for sure. Maybe you got some under your finger nails and scratched your butt but washed it off your hands."
"No, I didn't. I do not stand around scratching my butt."
"Fine. Go look in the mirror. I don't know."
"I'm just going to put some Benadryl on it."