Bash The Rash

When I was a kid, my cousin and I were double trouble. We were three months apart and our dads were identical twins. I had the particular good fortune to be invited for a week at her house without my parents. Oh the thrill of summertime adventures in the woods. One slight problem. I was allergic to Poison Oak and she wasn't. So on the 2nd day of our glorious week, I had swollen legs, ankles, arms and a good itch. And as everyone thought I was contagious, I was banned from the friend sleepovers and other childhood thrills. My aunt, not knowing the skills of motherly nursing, put a moisturizing sauve on me -- which added to the ooze. A week later, my mom appeared. Quickly getting a drying agent, she nursed me back to health.