Christmas Eve, and man is it crazy hee. My Dad had to try to fix the sink (he's been waiting for days for these parts to come in the mail and now they've come), and this morning he went to do the repairs, put the screws on the floor, and now there's two screws missing. Personally, I think one of the dogs ate them. I think my Dad hopes he can find some more at the hardware store because I'm not sure he'll be too keen to search the yard for the unfound screw. Hmmm, that would be a neat play name The Unfound Screw Playing soon! A tale of intrigue, magic, and mystery! I can picture it now. At any rate, things are as usual with dogs, crazy.

It got down to the lower teens, much warmer thatn Fayetteville's single digits. I'm glad I'm (a) here and (b) still in front of the fire. THere's something special about writing in the relative warmth of a fire. Perhaps I should try writing outside in the relative cold? Maybe it would spare you guys some length of entries.

We're not planning much on account of the refrozen roads, though we do plan to go to church for the Christmas Eve service tonight. My Dad and I might venture out so I can become non shaggy and get a haircut. Hopefull, there will be a barber working because I really don't want to have to take scissors to my own hair. That could be scary.

That's about all from here. I'm going before I bore myself further.