You have a little spinach in your teeth.

As I was having a little "me-time" in the bathroom this morning after my shower, I noticed a few things.  I stood looking in the mirror, lifting this and stretching that, thinking... if I could only hold this pose all day.

I ran with Julie - the shaved ice magnate - this morning.  We discussed how it's nice to be in our 40's and it's important to find balance in how we view ourselves.  We must let go of the firm bodies of our 20's and 30's, embrace the softer version of ourselves, and not feel badly for desiring to be attractive within our age group.  That's the new disclaimer - "Oh, I don't want to look younger, just as good as possible while aging."

We had one of those "You're so pretty," "No, you're so pretty,"  "Noooo, YOU'RE so pretty," conversations.  We like those.

I'm an honest person, and I like to think helpful.  If someone asks for my opinion, I'll try to give it diplomatically (not always successful there) and honestly.  If I notice something askew on someone, I'll politely and discreetly tell them. "You have a piece of dried, flaky skin on your nose."  "Let me get those long, dark hairs off of your cream-colored sweater."  "Oopsies.  You missed a belt loop."

I was mortified during my "me-time" this morning to discover a giant chin whisker.  Giant.  It could have wrapped around my curling iron.  Twice.  It was dark, course and flanked by two very short, and very white whiskers.  I can understand the white whiskers going unnoticed.  I forgive myself for not seeing them, and I forgive those around me.

Because of the length of my chin whisker, it's been there... awhile.  Friends, you have failed me.  Chris, have you not felt my beard when we kiss and high five good night?

This evening the boys will go trick-or-treating with Chris.  [I'll post pictures of kids in their costumes like every other blogging parent very soon.]  My job will be to pass out candy... and maybe compare beards with the teenage boys.

Boo.