I want to relate a little story about something my brother, Ricky, did. He was the first-born male after 3 girls, 8 of us total, and he always got preferential treatment no matter how many times we heard "We love you kids all the same." I think it made him a bit lopsided in his view of the world, the way he thought about things, processed information. Anyway, poor Prince Richard had poison ivy once, and asked another brother, Chris, what he should do.
"Oatmeal is really great for rashes, poison, ivy, try oatmeal." says Chris.
So a few days later, Chris gets this phone call from Ricky, who's iching and scratching and just plain miserable. He says:
"The oatmeal didn't do a thing, Chris - I ate 6 bowls and nothing happened."
This is a true story in the continuing saga of my incredible family.
Have a sweet day - merry Sol Invictus! Happy Christmas!