I love winter. The snow does not intimidate me one bit. I have a great pair of cross-country skis and will use them daily. Want to build a snowman? I’ll bring the carrots for the nose. A raging blizzard is just a great excuse for baking. Yes, I love winter.
Sadly, there are two things winter tends to bring to the party and these guest were not invited. Ice is such a terrible friend to Winter. She loves to slick all the roads and sidewalks when Winter isn’t looking. I mean what kind of a friend is that? Ice makes it impossible to like her. Her bad behavior has a negative reflection on Winter. Remember when our parents would caution us about the company we keep. I am not sure Winter’s parents made mention of this.
The other naughty friend, and I mean naughty, is Chapped Hands. Oh I do not like the way Chapped Hands just show up when you least expect it and crash the party. She is so rude, showing off in a costume of blazing red and scale. Not to mention the nasty trick of causing an itch that can not be tamed. It is just like her to not only crash the party but then linger long after all your other guest have left.
I have exhausted gallons of lotion and tubes of hydrocortisone and Chapped Hands cannot take a hint. Rubber gloves don’t work, Chapped Hands love the challenge of making the itch regardless of the gloves. I even ignored Chapped Hands by not doing dishes for a few days. When I thought it was safe to slide my hands back into soapy hot water, SHA-ZAM!!
My hands look like hamburger. No, I change my mind, hamburger looks edible. I wake up in the middle of the night only to find myself scratching my hands fervently. They burn, they sting and quite frankly I am done with this. I can not wait for Summer and her BFF….Humidity.
Chris Writes 