the girls have head lice….and that scream that Zena does, doesn’t even cover my reaction. It seems the creatures can hold their breaths underwater for over two hours—they go into a state like coma (no kidding) and so washing does nothing. This is the second time I have treated poor Bella’s hair and I am trying to convince her that a Dike cut looks good on a six year old;)
Needless to say I think the manuscript is cursed or I will have to find a way to put my children in a lice like coma for a week so I can pull all the loose ends together.
A good friend recently read my first post and pointed out all my misspelled words…and she calls herself a friend. Actually she calls herself an editor but doesnt the spell check shut off.
The thing is I am a horrid speller—live with it.
I have to go back to reading about the long lives of parasites and for some reason lice hate tree seed oil, which smells like old socks so our whole house spells like the gym at my old high school….oh the dreams I will have.
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Write on. I am bookmarking your blog and will be checking back. I found yours by clicking on blogger's handy-dandy "Next Blog" button. I too, write and mother.
Cool Chandy, I read your blog about IHOP that was very funny. What do you write. I just got back from the LA area (11 days without kids) I enjoyed it way too much. Thanks for reading, T
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