Anyway, one night I was feeling so inept, stupid, talentless and ugly I just stood up and announced, "I'm going to go to bed (this was at, like 7 pm)-- I just feel so shmoopy." Dan, long-suffering survivor of countless tin foil beanie drills, didn't roll his eyes or look impatient, he just asked, "How?" as if shmoopiness was an ordinary affliction, and he needed only to determine the extent of it to gauge a proper response.
Me- (kind of whiny) "Well, let's see--- I'm FAT, have a dumb, saggy, ugly face, and stupid hair, for starters."
(When I'm like this, I get really toxically mean to myself. Not sure what is up with that.)
Him-- "Awe, come here." At which point he rose (having to set his beverage down and everything), and hugged and kissed me (like, at length) and said, "I think you're beautiful."
Okay- sorry, those of you I just made barf all over your keyboards. I should have issued a sappiness warning. Two of my gal pals I related this story to actually burst into tears. (Men-- take note: This didn't cost him a dime, and has won him MAJOR husband points for at least the next six months.)
Another symptom of shmoopiness is the sudden certainty, that changing my hair will drastically improve the quality of my life. It has, in the past, led to drastic and nearly tragic home hair cuts. Luckily this time I resisted the urge. But here's how it panned-out.
A girl I met (a friend of a friend's daughter, who is probably the most distractingly beautiful person I've ever seen in real life, not even airbrushed or anything, and is also nice and very smart so you can't even hate her) asked me if anyone ever told me I look like Kate Bush, assuring me this was a compliment. I of course, narcissistic ass that I am, looked her up online immediately. "Um... thanks?" Kind of get it, that this is maybe my "look", which is sort of troubling since it's circa 1982, when I graduated high school. Yipes. Time for a change? Again?
I think next time I get it cut, I'll revisit this attempt. What do you guys think???
The art is coming along, and it's been gorgeous out and I've started running again in the mornings. Life really is pretty danged good. Next time I'll be over my hair obsession and post art pics. Swear! Really!