One of the things I cherish about blogging is its power to unveil humor in otherwise mundane or frustrating experiences. For instance, there’s the vivid memory of the green marker that Mia used to “decorate” her little brother, or the endless search for that one perfect family photo. This blog has transformed my perspective, allowing me to find joy in moments that would typically leave me stressed. And for that, I’m grateful.
However, I recently found myself in a situation devoid of humor: lice. Yes, you heard that right. My home has been invaded, and let me tell you, there’s nothing funny about it. The towering mountain of laundry? Not amusing. The noxious-smelling shampoo treatments that make my eyes water? Definitely not a laugh riot. The stuffed animals and dolls I’ve had to store away in garbage bags? You guessed it—not funny at all. And now, I’m about to shell out $100 per hour for a mobile lice specialist to make sure our heads are nit-free.
But wait! The idea that I could potentially spread lice to a Hollywood star like Emma Stone, leading to a viral outbreak? That tickles my funny bone just a bit.
Disclaimer: My partner advised against publishing this post, claiming it was a bit harsh. Normally, I don’t run my posts by him, but I wanted his input on this one. He thinks it’s mean-spirited; I think he’s overreacting. I’m not suggesting I want Emma to catch lice—just the thought of Entertainment Tonight covering a lice epidemic traced back to me is amusing. Is that so wrong?
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In summary, while blogging can be a source of joy and laughter even in tough times, some situations—like lice—are just no joke. And as for Hollywood events? Maybe they’re best left for those without pesky critters at home.