Scratch that

I woke up early this morning and got the mad urge to do yard work (I know! Shocked me too!). So, I mowed and weed-eated the back yard (and de-pooped!) then got to raking like a mofo. Two hours later during brunch with friends, I broke out in what I can only describe as "diaper rash" all over my shoulders, chest, upper back and arms. It itches so badly that I asked Sam if he would take one of those steel brushes and just scrub vigorously in between my shoulder blades. He seems to think the resulting flaying of the flesh would not make me very happy. AND THAT IS WHERE HE'D BE WRONG.