Steroid scandal update

The last of my steroids are now gone, and I have no 'roid rage to report. The beloved spouse reports that, during the weekend, I was "a pain in the ass, but no more than usual."

I did have to speak sternly to a McDonald's drive-through worker who inadvertently put ketchup on the A-Train's plain cheeseburger, but I did not so much as flex at her.

In other poison oak news, it may turn out that I should be more afraid of "leaves of five," because "leaves of three" may describe poison ivy. Ignorance was not bliss, and in fact, turned out to be quite itchy.