That moment...

That moment when you realize the plant you just rubbed your right hand against looking for signs of blood was poison ivy.

That moment, five minutes later, when you catch yourself whetting the same hand with you tongue to check another set of leaves for blood.

That moment when you realize this call you had very good reason to turn down has a fair to middling chance of resulting in an outbreak of poison ivy inside your mouth.

The upside is I figured I owed it to myself to wash down five corn dogs with two beer because, what the heck, why not end the day with one more bad decision?