From Frumpy to Foxy

Carson has been sick all week-that might explain part of why he was a pistol on Sunday. Anyways, today is the first day that I have actually gotten dressed. Foxy isn't quite appropriate, but I must say that I feel a million times better now that I don't have bed head and I'm out of my three day old pj's into clothes with powder on my nose. I know that beauty is within but I always feel better about my self after I have gotten ready and I am amazed that such a little thing makes such a difference.