Close Call

I'm serious, iif, we came way too close for comfort to the end of soulmatism last night.

It all started with the soulmate in question dressing up like a wolf is sheep's clothing and asking me if i wanted to use this joint stuff on my back. (Now, granted, i had been winching and whining all day about my sore back. The said sore back was due to our vigorous and perilous boating adventures on sunday, coupled with trying to sleep on my 'new' wretched bed. But i digress...) Being the sweet, innocent, and perhaps somewhat naive girl that i am, i believed this alleged bff and put this stuff all over my back.

Shortly after, i was like, "egad! my back is on fire!"

This proclamation was met with an out of control (and self admittedly evil) guffaw from the instigator, who then proceeded to tell me that she had used the same stuff the other night and woke up two or three times during the night because her back was on fire!! Seriously, people, if this isn't grounds for anathema, then the fact that she continued to laugh her head off about it for the next half hour, while i writhed in pain, certainly is!

I'm not sure how i feel about all this.
Andrew, i'm suspicious that you are her supplier.
Anika, you're lucky that your laugh is contagious.