Last week, the lice letter came home from school. So far, so good at our house, but precautions have been taken and Daphne has been reminded more than once about the evil that lice brought into our home last summer. I can't go through that again. Pony tails and rosemary shampoo until we're sure the classroom is clear. Problem is, you can never REALLY be sure, because the parents don't always tell. Parents. TELL. PLEASE. It is your civic duty.
On a happier note, we are supposed to get big big snow this weekend, so we will finally get to try out this:
YAY! I have been waiting and waiting for big snow and finally it's coming. I can't wait. My favorite is when there is so much snow that cars can't go down our street and it's really really quiet. It's almost never quiet. A rare treat.
Here is a picture of a loon because all week I have been thinking about Maine.
I can't wait to get back there. The thing is, now I have this stupid plantar fasciitis and I have to take time off from running and I hate it. But the only way I'm going to make it to Maine is if I take care of this now, so I'm going to a podiatrist next week to see what's up. In a million years, I never would have believed I'd be going to a podiatrist for a sports injury. Me! A SPORTS injury! That's so weird. You just never know where life will take you I guess.
Right now, life is going to take me into the kitchen for a snack. And then, maybe to the couch for a nap. It's that kind of afternoon. Very nappy. Pictures of snow dragons coming soon!