April Fresh

There are times when I am an apparent danger to myself. Especially when I dress in the dark... All day I had a persistent itch on my chest. When it annoyed me I casually scratched. The itch was mildly annoying. I never stopped to wonder why or to go to the men's room and check things out. When I got home I discovered what the problem was. I took off my shirt and tee shirt in the bathroom. As my tee shirt finally made it's way over my head and my eyes were free, there it was. There was a dryer sheet stuck to my chest. It was evenly spread as if I had actually placed it there. I of course removed the sheet only to discover a nice pink fine rash. I stared at myself in the mirror. Yes, a nice rectangular rash. I then stared blankly into my own eyes in the mirror. Neither of us had anything to say. I finished undressing and redressed. I gathered up my clothing from the day. This is when I discovered I had worn the same patterned socks although one was black and the other was navy. And this was only Tuesday.