…that I am getting my hair done today.  I will no longer cringe at the little flash of gray I see on top of my head because my talented stylist is going to cover that sh*t up.   My hair will be sleek, parted on the wrong side and I basically won’t recognize myself until I come home and poof myself back up, but the color and cut will be amazing and I will be oh so happy to look more like myself again and less like the aged hag who’s been staring back at me in the mirror.  Yippee!

See?  It takes so little to make me happy.