Walk of Shame (or why I love my sister)

I don't care what craziness you got into in college--and I know, most of you were much more interesting in your early twenties than I was--but I'm telling you, you have never done a walk of shame until you have to purchase this:



From the pharmacist that you worked with for 6 years. Whee. THAT was a fun conversation.



Let me tell you kids, these little guys are a FUN RIDE. However, I may have been a monkey in a previous life, because I am really, supernaturally good at getting them out (might have something to do with the OCD--i'm just saying).



The best part of this story, and the part that I will remember long after my kids have totally forgotten about this whole thing; is how great nina was--she walked into my house for dinner (all prepared BEFORE the delousing, but to be honest, I'm not sure if that is good or bad). She saw the box, her eyes got so wide--and I said two words, "please help".



She grabbed a comb and starting telling me and gia that "oh I do this all the time-what with working at a school and all, and ha-there is BARELY anything there! You almost don't need to bother. Oh--of course YOUR kids got them, they actually need clean hair--it's because your kids are so clean.." all while she was combing eggs out of my daughter's hair.

Here they are...pest-free...if you don't count the boy as a pest, which Gia does.
She diffused the situation in less than 5 minutes and showed me yet another unique skill she has (besides being rock-paper-scissors champion of the Northeast-I kid you NOT).


i love my sister--even if she did pour A1 sauce all over the lasagna I made 5 minutes later.