Lurking and itching...

We are changing banks, and it feels kind of adult and scary. Mainly we just weren't getting an awesome rate anymore (or were... ever) at our current bank, and I want to see my cash working for me, ifyouknowwhatimsayin. So anyway. I'm am watching myself turn into a hands-off control freak... lurking outside the computer room idly picking up socks, overhearing Jed talking to the new bank and making sure all the questions he is asking is the ones I have, interjecting if I think he's forgotten anything. But I DON'T want to have to do it all, because the whole transfer, waiting periods, approvals, new online system, automatic withdrawls, etc... we have set up will all be different and it makes my head spin. So I've given it to him as a job....that I want to manage....in an executive level, corner-office kind of way.

Hm. I wonder if my personality has always fit with my current job as a manager of things/projects/people, or if it is something that has grown out of my job. Hm...

So anyway. In other news, my legs itch. Like, alot. Like every night I wake up in the middle of the night scratching my legs that literally feel like a wool sweater is wrapped around my bare skin and the itching won't even stop after I've scratched it-- it only gets worse... and OH does it feel so good to scratch... Anyway. So I've gone a bit old school and bought some Gold Bond on the recommendation of my mother, who also suffers from said Itchiness Condition. It smells like something a grandma might clean with, but it tingles and cools and soothes and feels like spreadable happiness.