I had vivid dreams last night that I was pulling head lice out of my best friend's hair. Yup, my head lice PTSD is in full swing. Might explain why I spent my day vacuuming the couch and yelling at Rachel if she went near any upholstered furniture other than her assigned armchair. Also? I tried to convince her that she would look really cute with a shaved head.
Don't worry - she didn't buy it. She's smart, that one.
Can we talk about something else? Anything? I'm thinking I should rent myself the first season of Downton Abbey and watch it, just to take my mind off things. After I vacuum the family room again, that is...