Couldn't make it up if I tried.

 Well folks, I debated about writing about this topic, but I figured you're all loyal readers. And if you haven't judged me by now then you probably won't ever. 

 It has happened, every teachers nightmare, lice. I woke up this morning and just knew it. I woke my mom out of a dead sleep at 4:30 in the morning and made her go through my hair, she saw nothing but I knew better. 

 I was the first person in the Walmart, getting the treatment. After washing my hair and having my mom go through my hair again she found those angel of death bastards. I was naturally mortified and cried like I had been shot in the arm. 

 The crying basically continued for like three hours. I couldn't go to school, I was worried about my nuggets, disgusted by my mane and exhausted from doing all of the above. I cleaned my room, my car, washed anything that would fit in the washer and sprayed everything else. Spent a little too much time on Google, which in turn lead to more crying. I tried remedies I found, viniger and water, pillows in trash bags and head in grocery bags, combing my hair every three minutes, everything short of pulling a Britney and completely shaving my hair. Don't think I wasn't tempted  though! 

 Here is my question about these God-awful creatures: are they preggers before they get in your hair and just drop the kids off on their way somewhere, or are they doing the nasty there? If the latter: were they married, dating, legally old enough? I mean these are all legimate questions. I figured I had to find the funny in this situation or I'd still be crying. 

 Oh look, it's only been 12 minutes since I last had someone pick through my hair like a gorilla, better get on that.

Here's to a better and less itchy tomorrow!