Not Too Well, Actually....Yourself?
|26% alcohol - I should drink it|
So today she says, "My head itches." I SEE NOTHING ON HER HEAD. No tiny black dots that are newly hatched lice, no bigger lice (gah), no eggs.
I have mentioned my bug phobia, haven't I?
|my secret weapon against head lice|
Oh, and every day I go through my own lovely tresses with the hair straightener. I figure, if I've picked anything up from Rachel, that heat has got to kill it. Right? Tell me I'm right.
But don't worry - it's not like I have a serious work deadline this week that has required my staying up past midnight to edit documents until I see double. Nope. Not at all. And no one needs to eat around here either. Not one bit.
[Listerine image: wekenshop]
[Hair straightener image: Best Chi Shop]