I noted, just before I went in for surgery, that we have possible poison oak growing in the back yard, and in one of the front beds. Looks like oak leaves, but on a vine. Five leaves in a bunch. I don't have a camera handy--oh wait, the kids just brought me the camera. Here's the damn plant:
I don't know what it is. I do know that until I know, I can't take the kids outside.
And I want to take the kids outside. At six fucking thirty in the morning. And let them run screaming around the yard, waking the new neighbors up. I want to do this every morning.
Because they're doing this every night, right around the time I'm making my kids go to bed.
3 hours ago