DONE.

Did it. Hair cut. There's an 8" ponytail lying in the passenger seat of my car to be shipped... somewhere? Somewhere where hair is needed? Anyone done this before?

Actually make that an 8" ponytail lying in the passenger seat of A's car, as my car spent the night in the car hospital because my "oxygen sensors" are making the ominous check-engine light come on. I was truly hoping the mechanic would say they are clogged up with chicken guts, as that would be easy to explain and not indicate a larger problem, but he says that is not the case. And yet even still, I hope for a chicken-gut diagnosis.

This is probably it for me, as I shut down my desk here and move toward a much-needed Girls' Night tonight and very interesting day tomorrow, promising weighted phone calls, long driving, "honest answers," and ending with a meeting that may open a door. Or a window. Or pick a lock. Whatever. It's all work-related, so we can't talk any more about it.

Then it's the classic Snee Family pack-like-the-house-is-on-fire extravaganza and, finally, up to Indiana with us. And still, we have shopping to do. Like shopping for a time machine so we can go back to October and do this Christmas thing proper. Probably no posts from the land of much snow. But probably good stories when I return.

Happy Holidays to all four of you lovely readers, and many blessings and other good things in 2008.

--Mama