What do these 3 all have in common? The mailman!
Ok, let me back up.
So, we are having a Halloween Party here Saturday. No, let me back up farther. Last Sunday, I had a little trail ride here with a couple of nieces and my grandson. Somewhere along the line, I got into some poison ivy. Actually I think it might have been from the big hay bale that I rolled out to the horses, which when I do that, I always end up with pieces of hay down my shirt. I really can't explain the itchy patches from any other way on my torso as I can assure you, my torso has not been exposed to the outdoors in a couple of decades.
So, I have patches of poison ivy on my checks, chin, arms, and tummy to which I applied some poison ivy cream, which is some kind of baking soda base that dries WHITE and pasty.
Then later, I decide to try on my Halloween costume for our party on Saturday. I am going to be a saucy pirate wench, and DH is a pirate. It fits okay and I am digging it, but before I can change, I hear a honk outside.
Well, it's my mailman. Anytime he has a package too big for the mailbox, he honks to let me know he is here, and he brings my package to the door. I am always ordering something but now I can't remember what I bought. And all I could think about .... was that I didnt want to miss something if I have to sign for it.
Then I see him take out this trash bag as I came out the front door, and he is like..."I don't know what this is, but it sure does stink!! You might not want to take it inside"
Then I remember, it is the Kimchi starts that one of my Mark's Daily Apple friends sent to me, and yes it sure does stink! Then I remember I have on a pirate costume!! And then as I passed the foyer mirror, I realized I had this white pasty stuff all over my face!!!!
I have known my mailman most all my life, but I can't imagine what he was thinking!
No moral of the story. Just thought you guys would get a kick out of that mental picture.