Car Time

Our house is a wreck; trying to spruce up a bit before leaving so we don't return to a trash heap. Kerri Lynn is coming to trim Punch's hair and blow mine out before we go. [The salon is closed through Christmas, that's why.] And even though car time will surely bring its headaches, it seems appealing to get on the road vs. be in this house with a live wire who is applying crimson lipstick, screaming and covering the wood dresser with baby powder. At least she will be contained in the car.

Have a peaceful day. I'm not sure I will, but I will try.