Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Coming Out of the Closet
lice. Just a moment. LICE. I feel better. I have become an expert on this subject, which can be a good thing, and now see it everywhere, including parent pick up lines, children waiting to be picked up, and grocery store clerks. Thankfully I am the only member of my family that was given this gift that keeps on giving. But credit is due my nit pickers, and it is time to hand out the awards. Miller, for asking the most questions about bags on my head, gets the "Why Me?" Award. Sawyer, who has the most astute eyes and could find those nits faster than they could be pulled, gets the "Xray Vision" Award. Cooper, who tried everything from tweezers to scissors, gets the "Not Outwitted by the Nit Wits" Award. Porter, who was conveniently gone everyday all day gets the "Perfect Planner" Award. Hunter, who stayed up late on the first night and did a duty no one wanted, a lot, gets the "Mr. Sympathy" Award. Tanner, who started weak and finished strong, gets "Most Improved" Award. And Jarrod, who chose to still sleep with me in the same bed, gets the "Courage Under Attack" Award. As a side note, not ever having experienced this plague of all plagues, have determined that Rid needs to be rid of, Listerine soaks are pretty effective, as are Vinegar, but Denorex shampoo wins the award for delousing the louse.