Give Me a Break

Hail from my first official lunch break!

I will now devour a scrumptious cupcake which my new boss Valerie provided in honor of my first-day-ness. Mmmm... frosting. And chocolate. And sprinkles.

I am indeed wearing the skirt, and enjoying it--except that the lace is driving me crazy. It might be minimally itchy on a normal day, but today I have three million chigger bites from our target-shooting trek on Tuesday. Ugh. Alex has been awake two nights running from his host of bites; I think I'll dose us both with Benadryl tonight.

In half an hour, I get to go to my first official meeting--woohoo! And shortly afterward, I expect to experience my first official sense of overwhelm-ment. (If it wasn't a word before, it is now.)

Go eat your own lunch; I'll catch up with you later.


Tihleigh said...

Yo! Time for ancient oriental secret:

We put tiger balm on chigger bites.

There is, of course, the nail polish solution as well.

Starrlett said...

Ah yes, nail polish. I haven't done that in awhile--works, but I hate that crunchy feeling.

Tiger balm? Que es? And donde... er, where can I purchase said elixir o' niftiness?