How did it become that this year I have been the designated zapped person?
Griffin zaps me.
Darwin zaps me.
Aaron zaps me.
But - oh wait! - it gets better!
The door zaps me. The dishwasher zaps me. Clothing zaps me. The computer - oh goddess, the computer - zaps me.
I swear, I can even zap myself.
And nothing seems to be making it any better.
I put TONS of lotion on, no help. I spray yummy-smelling, expensive leave-in conditioner on my hair, no help. I bathe in fabric softener, no help.
And the ONE thing that I know that can help, I can't use. Damn you dryer sheets for being allergic to my son! Argh!