The alternative to the doctor's office

I was going to try to go to the doctor yesterday (yes, I'm still slightly ill). It is a long story and I won't go into it, but I didn't get to see a doctor (I think I'm seeing glimpses of what a national health care system could look like). So I got my haircut. It is pretty much chopped off--a short wedge bob. I do this quite often. I let it grow and then chop it off. I usually have very nervous hair stylists that cut it. "Are you sure??? That is really short. How 'bout we make it a little longer." I think they are convinced that I am going to wig out once it is cut. No pun intended.... Anyway, I convinced her to chop it off. I don't have a picture for you. I'm the camera woman of the family and I'm not real good at doing a self-portrait. So you will have to use your imagination. Before you begin to think it is really, way, way short (I know what kinds of imaginations some of you have...) Sara didn't even notice that it had been cut until I dropped her off at school this morning. (It was cut when she got home from school yesterday.) Now she isn't exactly the first choice child that I would send into a treasure hunt for me (Nathan is definitely that child--he can find anything--things that have been lost for months), but still if it was that drastic I'd like to think she would have noticed yesterday.

In which I eat my words...

So on Friday night I complained about the super bowl--just a little bit. I need to eat my words--definitely one of the best Super Bowls that I've ever seen. And I'm afraid since it was such a good game my small group, whom we had over to watch us with us, saw a whole new side of me--the sports crazed side. And yes, I was so very pleased that the Giants one. As my sister said, it is one of the very few times that I was saying "GO GIANTS!!!". So there, I ate my words...