My left shoulder has been exceptionally itchy for the last several days. I’ve tried craning my neck and peering at my shoulder through the mirror, but I can’t notice so much as a pimple.
But. It. Is. Driving. Me. Insane.
I just might have to drive down to the local dollar store and buy one of those long handled back scratchers. You know, the ones you make fun of thinking, “Who would spend their money on something so dumb.”
On account of the lack of a real back scratching device, last Sunday while building my china cabinets (which turned out pretty well for cheap, laminated build it yourself crap), I used the claw on the back of my hammer. Which actually worked pretty well. So, thinking back on that, I am now seriously contemplating going in search of my toolbox.
Anyway, it’s probably just the dry winter air making it so itchy. I would prefer to hope that it is not something so mundane but instead, like they say about itchy palms, that I am due to come suddenly into a large sum of money.
I suppose if I won the lottery I could hire someone to come in just to scratch my shoulder for me. Or apply lotion.
Crap. Now I’ve got Silence of the Lambs on my mind.
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