One of the girls at work came in and asked us if she could borrow some alcohol this morning. No, not the fun kind. The kind that burns when you put it on a cut. Well, I guess they would both do that. But you know what kind of alcohol I'm talking about!
Of course, I had to ask her what was wrong. I work in the safety department. I'm nosy that way. She proceeds to tell me a story you all will NOT believe. I know I almost didn't.
She shows me this place on her arm that's pretty red and tells me she thought she had a mole there... LAST WEEK! Okay, huh? I mean, I know everyone is worried about cancer and stuff, but looking at her arm it's obvious there was never a mole there. I've cut moles before, since I have them all over me. (Thanks for passing those down, parental units!) Those suckers bleed like crazy, I'm here to tell ya.
She was actually treating the tick with Neosporin and a Band-Aid while it was making it's best effort to give her freakin' Lyme Disease. I just thought that was too bizarre not to come share it with you people. Do you feel enlightened now? Do ya?
Happy freakin' Friday, folks! I am soooo ready for cocktail-thirty to get here. That would be 4:30 to most of you who use clocks to determine when you get off work.