Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

The weather man on the local news has stopped combing his hair back. It’s bright red and sticks straight up and he is now a dead freaking ringer for Heat Miser. Every time he comes on TV I start singing it…

I’m Mister Green Christmas
I’m Mister Sun
I’m Mister Heat Blister
I’m Mister Hundred and One
They call me Heat Miser,
What ever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch
I’m too much!

So one of Caroline’s classmates was so sick in school yesterday that he fell asleep on top of a table. Turns out he has strep throat.

Then today, Jo brings home a flyer saying that there’s lice in the school. She said two boys in her class have ’em.

I feel itchy.