7/2/2004 09:43:34 AM|||Chench|||Friday! It's about time. This week took forever.

On Wednesday, Katherine was over but we couldn't go to Dad's because he had poison ivy or something like it. Well, after playing with the kids at our place Katherine and I go back to Dad's for the night and some how, although we tried very hard for her not to come into contact with Dad, she got some on her arm. Maybe from the dog, who knows. She'll live, but you should have heard her talking about Grandpa. "Don't touch me Grandpa." "Don't touch Daddy." "Grandpa, does it itch?" "How did you get it Grandpa?" "When is it going to go away Grandpa?" "You can't hug me Grandpa, but I'll throw you a hug."

It was all very cute until she called me Thursday night to tell me she had it on her arm. HMPH.|||108877629477362606|||You can look but you'd better not touch. Poison Ivy, poison ivy.7/12/2004 10:06:22 AM|||Chench|||So, Katherine didn't have poison ivy as her mother suggested. If she did, it was gone after a day. Dad's is clearing up now, two weeks later.