...unless by "misery" one is referring to David and his ongoing battle with a severe poison ivy reaction. In that case, misery wants to be left the heck alone. He's red, swollen, and itchy...uncomfortable, sleep-deprived, and irritable.

I can empathize. Not because I too just battled hell's ivy (my rash was peanuts compared to his) but because I was a sufferer of PUPPPs (can I get an amen Desi and Amy?). Add the total discomfort of a 9 month pregnant body to the worse itch you can imagine and you've got PUPPPs. But back to David, my empathy only goes so far. I can't fix it for him, and honestly, I think he's tired of me trying.

Ugggghhhh. We may never go outdoors again.