Catfights resolved, baseball blues, and from pink to bald.

Wouldn't you know it... Katie and the two girls she was having trouble with are now friends again. This is exactly why I didn't want to meddle. I had a feeling this was going to happen again.

We won another game last night. Can you believe it!? Two in a row. 4-2. David is in a hitting slump, and tends to be really hard on himself when he doesn't do well. I tell these guys all the time that in the major leagues, if you are hitting .300, it means you are a god, and it also means you get out 70% of the time. He'll figure it out.

Tom's hair turned a lovely shade of pink last night when he and Cheryl attempted to turn it bleach blonde. When I woke up this morning; he was bald. He turns 16 tomorrow. Wow.

As for me, I'm still sick, and I need to get back on my bike because I haven't touched it in almost 2 weeks.

Cheryl is doing well too.

Later, and have a good weekend.

Rick