In response to yesterday's "hair blog", my dear, sweet friend, Mary, sent me the following email:

You silly girl . . . .
I've never seen you have a bad hair day in your life!
You have the disgustingly good luck of having sexy
hair. When your hair starts falling down, unlike
mine, which just looks messy and like I never brush
it, yours looks like you just stepped out of the
studio for the Playboy centerfold shot.
Geez, guys were always jumping over you like puppy
dogs when you started playing with your hair.
Would've made me sick, had I not been your loyal
wingman.
Better go, make sure the kiddo actually gets the
macaroni IN her mouth.
Love you!

Of course, that message made my day and, I'll admit, I posted it here for an extremely HUGE ego boost. But mostly to remind myself that even though I may think I'm not perfect enough, there are others who see beauty in their reality, and I should, too. Thank God for friends like her. And by the way, Mary is a tall, long-legged, skinny blonde and I've seen my share of "puppies" while out with her!