It was a pretty good day. I did the work thing, the workout thing, and now Hubby and I are doing our TV thing - watching The Biggest Loser. Ya'll it is such a good show! I love it that these people are willing to put it all on the line to get healthy. I have already teared up twice.
OK, confession time. Sunday, on the way to church, Hubby said, "You look so pretty." I turned my head to smile at him and he said, "Wait, I think you have a hair growing out of that mole." Please note: this was a mole on my face. Sure enough, HAIR GROWING OUT OF A MOLE ON MY FACE! I was very thankful for my long nails because I was able to pull that sucker right out of there.
Obviously, I have reached a point in my life where I have to worry about random hairs. I guess I'll have to do a face check every morning. I am obviously very thankful that Hubby told me.