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Headlight Repair Wednesday, May. 31, 2006 - 4:16 a.m. I had a bit of a problem with the girls that became painfully apparent on Tuesday morning. A lovely case of intertrigo appeared under my breasts. I despise this stuff. I've had it all my life, and it always takes a long time for it to go away. But this time, I received a really good suggestion from Bob, who said to try jock itch spray. So far -- it's working. Thanks, Bob. Of course this means hoisting em up a couple of times a day and spraying myself with a nice big cough-inducing propellant-filled can that says JOCK ITCH in friendly yellow letters, but that's really not a bad trade. Everything feels much better. I'll be glad when it's gone because the real danger is that if I get weeping pink bacteria-loaded skin anywhere under the adhesive part of my ostomy appliance, I'm doomed. I had it underneath my appliance once before and I will NEVER forget how awful that was. It took a very long time to go away from there. --- Today is the last day of Katie Couric's tenure on The Today Show. She will go from there to CBS and be the anchor and managing editor of the evening news. Is it possible that we will actually hear the term 'Eww, gross!' from a national news anchor about something disgusting?... Stay tuned! --- I noticed something a few months ago in the Vonage commercial where the guy in the lobster suit gets caught in the revolving door. Watch carefully. Near the end, one of the lobster's legs falls off. There's no reason on earth that should be funny, but I think it is. Although I guess if one of my legs fell off, I'd feel differently. --- Okay, bye. ---
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