I can be very pretty, huh? 

With the right photo editing, so can most everybody…but I clean up all right. 

Four years ago, I was getting as pretty as possible for the love of my life, the Fiancé, and our wedding to come. The bachelorette party had come and gone, with ‘pin the penis on the fiancé’ and other silly games, drinking, delicious steak….it was pretty awesome. Big kudos to EC for pulling that one off. I was getting as pretty as possible, I say, because I knew this would be a day I would tell my children about, and I wanted to be a MILF. (At least in the pictures of my wedding, if nowhere else.) So I got my nails did and my hair was long and well-conditioned, and I avoided tan lines like the plague. It was a very long term goal; to be pretty at my wedding, and I accomplished it. Good for me. 

  
It’s a rare day when I think that I look good, and I’ve commemorated most occasions in photograph. So when I say that my face looks nice today, you can tell things are looking up for me. I’ve been told that I’m a good-looking person, but I don’t really believe it most of the time. I have too many flaws, too much extra weight hanging on my frame, too many terrible angles by which you can see the Grossness. Too much low self esteem. 

But then there are days I look simply ravishing, and I wonder how I could doubt my sexification at all. 

  
Today I’m pretty sure I look good. Which is nice because I want to be pretty for the Husband, for our trip to Portland. I want pictures of us together that make people go DAAAAAAAMN. Is that too much to ask?

well, Enough about me, loyal reader, how are YOU?