Okay, I know y’all are really, really sick of hearing about cooties (*cough Karen cough*) but I have to share this one last little episode before I shut my cakehole.
I am suffering from Phantom Cooties – the phenomenon where every single time your head itches you run for the lice-comb and check yourself in a fairly hysterical manner only to find nothing. You do this a lot with Phantom Cooties. Not content to check my own head, I forced Sweet Babou to groom me like a chimp five times a day. He was less than pleased to be pulled into my personal game of Crazy Land, but he did it.
Apparently yesterday was when my poor husband had had quite enough of my silliness. Thus, the following exchange:
Me: Come check my head again! It itches! I have cooties!
SB: No, you don’t.
SB: Fine. *walks over resignedly*
He looked through my hair in a half-hearted fashion for a minute, but then he stiffened a little and started pulling at a couple of strands. My heart sped up. Then he made the “hmmmmm” sound of potential nits. My heart stopped. Then he broke the news to me.
SB: Love, I think I’ve found something.
Me: What?!!? What?!?!
SB: It’s …. a small bit of paranoia. It must have leaked out of your ear in your sleep.
Very funny, Sweet Babou. Hardy har har. Chortle. It is to laugh.