Wednesday, May 30, 2007

The Itchy & Scratchy Show

My new favorite past time, particularly when relaxing after work or lying down for bed, is to induce a fury of itchiness upon myself, then flail about the room trying to make it stop.

The only way this sensation can be adequately described is...oh, I don’t know...four million fire ants burrowing under my skin. And when I launch into itch mode, all sharp objects must be locked away, because scraping my skin off with a potato peeler would be infinitely more pleasant than the vileness of the itch.

At first it wasn’t so bad. The itch—while still incredibly intense—was generally confined to a particular area. Usually a thigh or arm, occasionally the top of a foot. It was manageable. I could handle the scratching on my own, or in times of desperation, solicit Rey to help me scratch that portion of my body until it bled. Things were simple back then.

Too simple for me to bear, so I started getting creative. Suddenly, I found myself itching only on portions of my body that were touching a certain object. Like a couch, or a shirt, or a bed. That’s all fine and dandy, right? Makes things simple, right? Wrong! As soon as I’d stop touching that object, I’d stop itching.

So for instance, I come home after a long day’s work, throw on my robe, grab a beer and sit down on the couch to enjoy an episode of Deadliest Catch. Suddenly, dunnah nunnah nunnah, I begin to severely itch on every portion of my body that’s touching the mother fuckin’ couch.

I jump up to scratch; I don’t itch. I sit back down; I itch. I jump up; I don’t itch. The end game is me standing in the middle of the room, or sitting on the floor, “because the couch makes the fire ants living under my skin mad.” It’s crazy. I’m crazy!

I won’t even tell you about the time I had to clothe myself from head to toe and lay towels on my side of the bed because the sheets were itchy.

Excuse me, I think I hear the fire ants marching in...


Sean said...

They're Itchy and Scratchy! I wonder why they never made a spin off of the Itchy and Scratchy show?

Anyways, I hear the fire ants don't like clean skin... ;-p

Seriously, bathe with Dove, gets your skin nice and moist (it's a quarter lotion, you know) and it's way less itchy than dry skin.

Leila V. said...

The smell of Dove reminds me of my mom, hence the reason I don't use it. But I do dig their campaign for real beauty. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, check out Low Self-Esteem 101 in my Favorite Confessions).

Lacy said...

Leila, I LOVE Dove for those real woman ads. I applaud them! I adore them! Wahoo!

Also, I have to say...the image of you flailing at invisible fire ants...let's just say I think we'd have a hoot if we were roommates! *chuckles.