That's hysterical.

Sooooo... yeah. 

I thought today's post would be a quick one where I thanked you all for the kind words of support and encouragement that I received in the form of comments, on Facebook, and emails. (They really meant a lot to me and I sincerely appreciate every one of them.) Then I would tell you all about how I didn't let her watch any Micky Mouse today and explained, firmly but fairly, that it was a privilege that she had forfeited because of the irresponsible choices she made yesterday. And that Brian and I had counseled together to come up with some new things to try to help teach her to become a useful and productive member of society one day.

I was very hopeful of posting that we had had a better day, Lila and I. 

Doesn't look too happy, does she?

Can you tell why?

Maybe a close up will help?

Okay. Here's a clue.

Yes. 

That would be some of her hair.

Apparently today she decided she wanted a haircut.

She got one.

I was much better today. I didn't cry, scream, wail or even curse. (I may have been in shock.) I did get a bit hysterical when I called Brian. Actually, clinically hysterical. Laughing and crying at the same time, and unable to control either emotion. Then I dried my tears, and took her to the salon so they could repair the damage. Her hair had been in two pony tails and she only chopped at one, so I suppose the silver lining is that it could have been much, much worse.

As I was waiting for the kids to get their coats and shoes on, Jake looked at me and mused aloud, "Hmmm, I wonder what she'll do for a finale?"

If today wasn't the finale... tomorrow I will be posting from a rubber room.