Today's letter is "M." Exactly a year ago the husband and I shaved our hair completely off to see how long it would grow in one year. Our experiment is officially over. The husband says our hair grew about six inches. The husband (obviously!). . . . . .and me—Su- sieee ! Mac (also quite obviously!) For the last two months or so, the husband has received comments about how he looks like ZZ Top. Maybe. No comments for me. At least not to my face. I'd say I look like I'm in need for a hair cut. The overgrown bangs are driving me nuts, big time. "Will we shave it again?" ask our friends. We don't know. The husband is wondering how long it would take for his beard to grow to the middle of his tummy. I liked my bald look. It was easy to handle. But if I keep it growing, I might just dye it either an Anne Shirley carrot-top red or the golden brown of a lion's mane. We shall see. Today also marks a milestone for This and That. Here and There. Now, Some