Pretty and Witty

Hi Everybody! Oh my! I have been dragging my weary bones through the week! Because I had all the fussy school event stuff to do, I fell behind on grading papers and stayed up way too late last night trying to catch up. Still not caught up.
I'm not finished with hearts yet, for heaven's sake! It's STILL the LOVE month, right? This little hearty gift was in my milk box Monday morning. Isn't it adorable? I've worn it every day this week.

It's hearts all around at our house, all the time.

Remember I went to the dermatologist on Monday? He's such a smart doctor and can look around for bad spots in a jiffy. No bad spots! Hooray! I've been forgiven for all those sunburns, at least for now. I do have a spotty face though. He said, "There are creams for this." I said, "Nah." When you get a little older than thirty (ha ha) you do get some interesting looking "beauty marks" on your face.
This morning I was looking into the rather dirty mirror and I thought to myself, "Hmmm. My eyebrows are very dark and menacing. I don't want to scare the children. I better think up some beauty treatments."

My new owl-ish glasses are so comfortable and scratch resistant. I rather like looking so studious. But, I've noticed something about my fifty-two year old self. I'm a bit past my prime. Not that I ever really had a "prime" at all, but now I am very satisfied with my granny look. As long as I can breathe, I don't much care how my clothes fit. I wonder why I cared so very much for so long. Hmmmmm. We watched a PBS documentary called, "The Mystery of Love" in class. A rabbi was interviewed and he said something about loving the same person forever and made reference to "that one in the bed with their dear head on the pillow" or something like that. He meant that loving that person is how you love everyone else. There's truth to that. If I can love my husband very, very well . . . then I can love others, too. And I want to, don't you?
We've been reading West Side Story at school. It's so old and the books are falling apart, but the kids think the film is interesting. Tomorrow we'll watch Maria dance and listen to her sing, "I Feel Pretty" and I'll get a lot of mileage out of that song for a few days!
Oh, I am ready for my hubby to come home. He's in Australia now.
Yahoo for the American presidents. I get Monday off!
I hope you are having a zippy week. My car is in the shop so I've been driving Bill's car and it has better music. I arrive at school humming and happy. Are you going to sing today? By the way, the reason you FEEL pretty is because you ARE pretty. Truth.