Killing a Fly with a Ukulele: Greasy as a used chip packet

I am the Mum.
If life was a circus, I would be the plate-juggling lady with monkeys on her shoulders who stands on one leg on a horse's back as it canters around the ring.

I am the Writer.
I use too many commas, dashes and dot-dot-dots, and I often start sentences with conjunctions because I like my blog to look the way it sounds in my mind.

I am the Hero.
Life is a bit like a superhero action comic, except that the superheroes are tiny children dressed in super-suits who possess no actual powers, while I just get them food, break up fights and clean their super-suits.

19 February 2009

Greasy as a used chip packet

Thankyou all for your lovely comments! In answer to many of you - it's still not cleaned up! After calling Daddy, I shampooed her hair seven times, but it's still as greasy as a used chip (crisps) packet this morning.

And wow Joy - small world isn't it? You can tell your friend it's hot, humid and muggy here - maybe she is enjoying a change right now?

12 comments:

Hippomanic Jen said...: You should be a journalist. Don't they call this an aftermath story?

Smoochy girl: Gorgeous one day, greasy the next!; 19 February, 2009 11:10
Hippomanic Jen said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; 19 February, 2009 11:10
Swift Jan said...: Try washing it with BIcarb soda & water.... we use that to get hairspray bulid up out, I am not sure if it will work on greasy hair, but worth a try?; 19 February, 2009 11:37
Jen said...: yeah that is a tough one. its made to resist water. Mmmm.... Did you google it?; 19 February, 2009 12:19
Givinya De Elba said...: Ah, but do I have any volunteers to help me pin her down while we do her hair yet again? She's feisty, and not too happy.; 19 February, 2009 12:29
Joy said...: I'm sure she's feisty and not too happy. Not to mention slippery.
If I think of anything that will help cut the goo out of her hair I'll let you know.

I know our neighbors are enjoying winter here. We did have our hurricane Ike right after they returned. :) Of course we have our hot, humid weather around the corner.

Did you notice it's me talking and not Libby.?.?.?

♥
Joy; 19 February, 2009 12:38
Joy said...: Do you all have Dawn Dishwashing detergent there. If so, it's got a grease cutter in it. You may want to try it on her hair.

♥ Joy; 19 February, 2009 12:47
♥ Boomer ♥ said...: Oh, snicker-snicker, that's so guffaw, terrible, wiping laughter tears from eyes. I'm so, har har har, sorry you are having to, ROFL, go through this! Really! I really mean it. Sincerely. Smiling to herself, remembering when.....; 19 February, 2009 13:25
Sassy Britches said...: SEVEN?! Eeek!; 19 February, 2009 13:52
Tracy P. said...: I'll come right over and hold her down for you...how long will it take to get there? No fear of a couple of flailing arms and kicking legs here! Come to think of it, maybe we should all come.; 19 February, 2009 14:06
tinsenpup said...: Ummm...At least she won't get sunburned covered in all that zinc? :); 19 February, 2009 15:06
Nauntie Lush said...: Dear Me, I am off for a few days at a trade show for work and all heck breaks loose! The Dawn dish soap should work. Or just let her run about like that for a bit and see what happens. Best case she has discovered a new beauty treatment that is "better than botox" and will have nary a trace of nappy rash! Worst case she'll look like a hobo who slept in the fry grease waste bin at McDonald's.; 21 February, 2009 09:30

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In the episode, after eating too much toasted cheese, Captain Mainwaring dreams he is Napoleon at the Battle of Waterloo. I don't remember much about the episode other than Mainwaring telling his loyal men (Jones, Pike and Godfrey) that he has been exiled to the island of Elba.

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19 February 2009

Greasy as a used chip packet

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