Actually, I don't have lice. But I did have the distinct pleasure of calling DJ Smith's ex the day after Christmas and asking her to please treat the Little Lady for head lice because Darling Lucy was crawling with them and they had spent the whole Christmas Day together.
Good times.
I once wrote a book about lice. I blogged about it once - here is an edit of that blog post:
Inking is mine too. To wit (captions are what I really meant to say):
i was walking
i had lice. (i think that i had just learned that you should wear a hat if you had lice) i wore a had because i hat lice (aaahhhh, yes... makes sense)
i went to the police and said...
i lost my babby
we tried to catch her... but we can't...
(that cat is p and o'ed, yo - i colored her RED) we went in the birl (barrel)
she got on the other side... we went too... she looked in (can you tell i have tired of coloring?)
he fell in... she ran up the hill (policeman is red... then GREEN! love it)
we went in the birl (barrel)... we fell in...
we went... boy (punctuation is optional, if you have not noticed yet) give me that
SPOS (splash)... her... she ran...
i told you... she ran up the tree...
she huge (hung) on... polceman got her (the policeman got her)
he dropt (dropped) her... cras... (crash PERIOD. because that does not need emphasis.)
to home we ga (go).... sh sh! (0h look! emphasis!)
yea yea yea (no emphasis... i'm STOIC, YO!) (also, just now noticed... why is she now a nurse?)
Fortunately, I think we're all now cootie-free. Over and out!
