"Are you there god, it's me, Margaret"

I have to say that this is all a bit "are you there god, it's me Margaret," but it is very therapudic. Well, Baker came home yesterday with a detention note from his teacher because he cut a little boy's hair. As you probably guessed, it was without his permission! Oh well, at least he didn't cut his own. Someone stole my dog's holiday sweater off of his back, literally. Guess everyone isn't in the same spirit as the rest of us. Sorry about the rain Lucille. Don't want to rub it in, but I have to go so I can sip eggnog by my glorious Christmas tree.