I feel pretty, oh so pretty

I was looking in the mirror a little while ago and Daniel was watching me.
I said outloud, "I'm not pretty anymore."
He said, "Your hair is pretty, but not your face."
Me: Do you think if I put on make-up I would be pretty?
He: Yes
So, I put on some eyeliner and mascara. "Do I look pretty now?"
"No, you need some red stuff on your cheeks and some lipstick."
I did as he suggested. "Now am I pretty?"
"Yes."
Who needs a make-up artist?

A funny thin happened on the way to Nashville

On April 26th I participated in the Country Music Half Marathon. On the way down, we stopped in Crossville? Tennessee. Somewhere between home and Crossville, I realized I had not packed any underwear other than my sports bra. No prob, every town has a Wal-mart. Well, we stopped in Crossville, late, and had not found a Wal-mart. I got up the next morning and showered, only to remember once again that I had no clean underwear. So, I had a brilliant idea....I'll wash my underwear in the sink and then dry it on the air-condition/heating unit. When I laid the wet underwear on the air vent, it just blew them off. Then I remembered reading somewhere that you could dry clothes in a microwave. WE HAD A MICROWAVE IN THE ROOM! Dried the underwear in the microwave much to the dismay of my husband and to the delight of my 5 year old son. I won't tell you which hotel or which room....someone might want to pop some popcorn in that microwave some day.