A third Debbie 140 x 365

My most vivid memory of my cousin Debbie was the year she arrived at Grandma’s with lice. I see Grandma combing Debbie’s long, hopelessly snarled hair and hear Debbie’s howls (Owwwwww! Grandma, that hurts!) and Grandma’s curse words: (%&$# lice!).
Debbie returned from that vacation with a much shorter hairstyle.
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We had lice once and it was a nightmare. We felt like apes picking them out of our scalps.
Yeah, lice are no fun.