I wish everyone would stop blaming me for their own goddamn ringworm.

So last year I picked up a somewhat minor case of ringworm from my Precious Angel Kitty Princess (I'm actively trying to get them to change her name from Smokey) at the barn where I work. To be honest, she could have feline aids and crabs for all I care and I'd still scoop her up for a little love every time I saw her. She's just so fucking cuddly.

Anyway, it was right on my neck and to keep it from spreading I covered it with a giant rectangular bandage. It wasn't subtle and I told everyone anyway, because it was pretty fucking funny (I thought).

I am home this summer with my family (months and months after curing my ringworm) and my sister comes over for dinner.

Amy: I have this weird bug bite on my face.

Me: Looks like ringworm to me.

Amy: Shut up.


A few weeks pass:


Me: How's the ringworm?

Amy: Shut Up.


Two months later:

Amy: So that ringworm is on my leg now.

Me: Hahahaha, you still have ringworm. (Oddly enough it's even funnier when somebody else has it)

Amy: I blame you. You brought it home.

Me: Shut up!





Discrimination!