Tick Tick Tick…Boom


On Easter, we sat at my aunt’s house, talking about childhood injuries & illnesses and the talk turned to lice. I have been through that devil plague wit my kids and I can tell you that long after the infestation has been cleared, the effects will live with you for a long time – possibly forever. not your kids – your kids will be all, whatever two days later, but you’ll be the one who – five years later – still loses my shit every time I feel even the tiniest itch on my head (and I didn’t even have them!)

So anyway, I was telling everyone how I’m nuts and obsessive, and how I completely overreact if one hair as much as moves in the breeze and feels like a tiny tickle or itch. I immediately go into a several hour panic, scratching and feeling around in my scalp for what is obviously some kind of creepy crawly. And then we all laughed and laughed at how crazy I am.

And then Monday, I was sitting at my desk at work, ran my fingers through my hair, and discovered a tick.


IN MY HAIR!!!!!!!

Who’s crazy now, bitches???

(OK, it’s me – I’m still crazy. Because once you find a tick crawling around in your hair, it’s pretty much crazytown from here on out. Of all thing to be right about, it had to be this one.)


About sugarmag

Forty-sdjhfkjsdhfkjsdh year old mom of 2 - a 18 year old boy and a 11 year old girl. I love them very much, but they drive me crazy. I'm married and work full-time. I'm not sure which of these is the most exhausting, but probably the husband. I'm opinionated. I'm outspoken. I'm loud. I'm an over-sharer. I think Tom Cruise is a jackass. I like to say jackass. I like to swear, period. Fuckers. I love to read. I struggle with my weight. I love my job. I dress my pets up and ridicule them regularly. I am not afraid to cut my hair and I don't understand people who are. I hate getting old. I love to laugh. Make me laugh, OK?

3 responses »

  1. I once found a tick crawling around on the back of my knee…y'know, that dark and weird place. I still, to this day, HAVE to look back there to make sure there isn't a tick every. single. time I wear shorts or a skirt.Oh, and I found that tick when I was in 4th grade. Way-too-effin-many years ago.

  2. LMAO! I was so convinced that I had pinworms that I insisted that the doctor give me two tests AND the medication without one single shred of proof that I had them. I didn't and to this day my doctor calls me a scourge on the system.

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