So, this summer has NOT been what we expected--any of us. Except maybe the Howler (her expectations are generally along the lines of "someone to play with; stay up past bedtime; go swimming.)
Ah, and then just now, the phone rings. It's my brother. His oldest has head lice. Great. Just great. Does he realize (pardon me for being a self-centered whiner right now) the sheer VOLUME of people I will have to notify, should the Howler be hosting the little buggers?
Hmmm. Let's see: Every blessed one of the neighbors. Day Care. Families at church.
Along with the prospect of having to inspect our own heads, much like monkeys actually do.
*sigh*
Plus, telling people at work.
(btw, *I* know that headlice are not a "dirty" thing, BUT there's still the EWWW Factor to consider.)
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