Once upon a time, we played Scrabble again. In the beginning, there appeared to be trouble for the reigning champ, who, again, would prefer to remain anonymous; the champ rallied with a massive score that was the harbinger of the now-accustomed victory.

In other news, Sarah got a hair cut. More precisely, she got all her hairs cut (presumably). She didn’t cry, so I suppose that things went swimmingly. I’ve decided that it would be appropriate for stylists to charge according to how much hair is to be cut: the more hair, the higher the price.