Thanks Cally.

Sometimes, I just love my friends even more.

Because I remember that I love them

because they are human.

And real.

And humble.

And they don't have to be perfect,

and when they don't act perfect all the time,

it gives me permission to be myself.

I wonder why sometimes

I waste time

building friendships

with non-real people.

You know,

they are made out of cheese.

I guess this is my guest post for the week.

Because Abigail came home with lice on Tuesday.

And I have been laundering,

and mayonaising,

and RIDing,

and laundering some more,

and spraying,

and vacuuming,

and crying,

and bagging everything,

and boiling hair things.

(We have so many hair things)

And my brother has been in town.

Thank goodness without his kids.

I would die to give them lice

and lucky for David, he is bald,

and had a hotel room.

Did you ever read my post

about my lice traumatization?

(Yeah, I just made that word up.)

Congrats to me.

Therapy has worked.

I'm o.k.

to tell the whole world

that my daughter has lice.

I have arrived.

I don't care.

Go ahead,

I dare you.

Call me

A-lice.

It won't hurt.

Have a wonderful Friday.

And know that this completely imperfect person

will never EVER claim to

be anything more or less than just that.

And, yeah,

sometimes my kids don't shower every day.

But, that's not how they got lice,

because they've been doing that

for 6 years.

And they didn't get lice

until Abigail went to middle school.

And I have my suspicions

of how she got it.