In addition to almost destroying a man's life for changing the channel at the gym during my run on Thursday, I managed to break out in a rash on my neck as well. After almost itching my skin off, I looked to KK to confirm that I indeed have a rash. He denied it. Bad move KK....
Me: But it itches!!
And it's all red!
KK: It's red because you keep scratching it.
Me: But it feels all bumpy.
AND IT ITCHES!
KK: Stop itching it.
Me: I CAN'T AND IT'S MAKING ME WANT TO DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!
(I finally get up to consult a mirror to confirm that my neck does INDEED have a bumpy rash on it, and proceed to rub this in the boy's (apparently blind) face.)
And when I wouldn't stop itching I had to have my hands held down, and it totally wasn't in a "this is hot, my hands are all tied down" sort of way.