Andy seriously, seriously hates her effing job. Seriously. Because as it turned out slathering NEX on an eleven-year-old little girl's head especially one who thought you were nothing more than the gum stuck to the bottom of her five hundred dollar shoes was like giving driving instructions to a monkey.

"Lean back,"

...

"Back,"

"I am back,"

Ugggh. And so begins the next phase of hell.

The first one she had to admit absolutely took the cake though. Ten times worse than well, anything unholy on this earth it contained these two very spoiled private school whities leaning over a pristine marble counter while having their hair combed out with a teeny weeny finely toothed comb...Oh, and did she mention they were both extremely tender headed? No, seriously. Like the slightest tug and they acted as though a pissed off Apache warrior suddenly appeared behind them with a hatchet in hand, readying to act out a Western lowkey racist scene.

She glared at nothing and everything. Be her who acted like that NEX wouldn't even be needed her Ma's hand would've knocked the lice smooth out of her head along with half her brains.

Andy's eyes stung viciously with chemicals. Her lower back sung with the joys of being over halfway to the big 3-0. She stared down at the greased crimson head and inwardly sighed(more groaning).

Why does God hate her so? Was it because of that time she pooted loudly in church when the preacher was giving a red-faced passionate speech about sins and had all the old biddies nearby crinkling their noses. That wasn't her fault. Damn it. Her mom made southern style red beans and rice the night before knowing it was Andy's favorite and what it did to her. She's the blame.

That's why she's going into the lowest rated old folks home in a few years. Andy thought menacingly, rubbing behind Cassidy's ears. Using her nails to break up the wads of nits and eggs.

Over to the right, the devil and her spawnling were doing the same.

"Nearly done, Bobbsie." Miranda cooed to a disgruntled Caroline who squirmed and pursed her lips in displeasure.

And that was the only mercy shown to Andy. Her being given the easier twin. Thank Christ. She'd quit right on the damn spot if she had to deal with Miranda Jr. over there who kept stank eyeing her like all this was somehow Andy's fault.

Andy eyed her right back.

Little shit. Better be lucky she wasn't eighteen or they'll be squaring up.

Nobody, absolutely nobody wants to spend time with their umm crush? Love interest? Object of affection or other, in this sort of situation. Good Lord. Why in the name of all things Chanel did she call upon Andréa of all people to aid her with this mess? But it was a good idea at the time, Miriam. Yes, a good idea at the time... What's the saying teenagers mutter nowadays when something cringe-worthy is happening to them?

Oh,

FML

It was terribly hard trying to be the dragon, a concerned mother and ridiculous flirt all at the same time. "So Andréa what are you planning after Run-Quickly squish it before it gets away!"

FML

"I fail to see what's so difficult about using a-Oh goodness, there's millions of them!"

FML

Miranda glanced over to the other woman and inwardly died a little when she spotted the beautiful girl doing a dead-on impression of a chimp grooming another. A slow blink. Eyes reopened. Damn it all. Andréa was still there. Pale lips pursed in displeasure. This has to be the worst decision she's made since saying 'I do' at her wedding to Stephen.

FML

TBC...