So I am at Gators having a cold one and shooting the shit when I get a phone call, my wife is freaking out because our son has lice. Big deal but I had to go home and we all had to wash our hair with that nasty stuff. Then we have to wash all the sheets/blankets/comforters and bag all the pillows in seal tight bags so the f*****s can die. Nevertheless we will be up until at least 1 or 2am doing laundry. F**K. I had lice when I was 10 also so it is kind of funny to me that it happened to him at the same age. Went to a neighbor and got his clippers and low and behold their daughter has them also and they are in the same classroom. LOL. Gave my son a haircut (didn't do a bad job either for my first time). E-mailed the teacher and voila all done.
There you go, my life on a wednesday night.
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