I'll Give You A Hint: Rhymes With 'Nice'

But it is SO NOT NICE.

What am I talking about?

Lice. Head lice.

(These little buggies are just in time for Halloween.)

Yes, me. Prime target. Apparently lice are sexist pigs who double as clean freaks because they go for the females with the super clean hair.

If graduation wasn't around the corner I would cut all my hair off.

Do you know how painful it is to have your husband, who has never had long hair in his life, comb a thick, burning syrup through your long locks of hair...for FORTY-FIVE MINUTES? That crap freaking hurts!

(I'm pretty sure I lost a good portion of hair just do to his Sweeney Todd tactics. Oh well, less hair for them to nest in, I guess).

Even though my head was completely eradicated last week, the little monster are on the loose again at **********. I've managed to stay free of the little gremlins, but I'm pretty sure people are going to start coming in with shaved heads soon.

Everyone is so paranoid now, so much so that I'm thinking of dressing up as lice for Halloween. Or instead of making a 'brain' cake for this weekend's Halloween party, I'll make a 'lice' cake. Too much? No, really, it's THAT bad.

You know what's the worst part?

It's not the scratching and itching...

the constant washing and re-washing of EVERYTHING in your house (e.g. pillows, blankets, toys, clothes...I was up until 12:30 AM doing 7 loads of laundry)...

the never ending vacuuming...

or the shampoo that burns like acid on your scalp;

it's how people treat you.

You know, the people that are supposed to help and support you, yeah, those ones. All they seem to worry about is themselves. It's like you get hit with lice and a big serving of insensitivity right along with it- 'friends,' family, you name it.

Like it's my fault I got bugged. Nope, pretty sure I'm innocent on all accounts. That's ok, I'll just remain sleep deprived, overloaded, and overwhelmed. Whatever, pushing through more and more muck makes me stronger, an experience that they are obviously missing out on.

(Although, I will admit that I don't think I improve myself during hard times when I'm pissed about it. lol. The game is up, guess you head lice know my weakness!)

Well, so much for 'love' and 'support.'

So it still remains: I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Perhaps by then the lice will be officially gone, too.

Heh heh...

Just a little dark humor to get you in the mood for the holiday.

Hope you all have a HAPPY AND SAFE HALLOWEEN!

Hmm...you know, my scalp is starting to itch again. Maybe I should rub up on those awesome people, just in case...

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