I'm strictly a girlish girlie...

Last night, as I was walking into a business meeting, a friend greeted me and said something about my gorgeous hair. How fun! Thanks!

But again, after the meeting, as she walked past she actually touched my hair and told me what great hair I have. She said she has naturally curly hair too, but it always just "looks like this" (making that sound like it wasn't a good thing). And so I revealed my secret: I don't wash my hair. In fact, I haven't washed my hair for nearly two years.

Well, that's not exactly true. I do wash my hair, but since I read the book, "Curly Girl," two years ago I almost never use shampoo in my hair. (No-Poo for me!)

I am not normally patient with my hair. It's been long, short, long again, red, brown, blonde, spiked, highlighted, curled, straightened...you name it. But since I read the book it's been growing and curling and I am really happy with it. What's even better, I get a lot of compliments on it! How much more fun can it get?

The truth is, I am rather obsessed with looking good. If I'm in the doctor's office the first magazine articles I read are 1. how to lose weight (or get in shape); 2. how to do your hair and makeup ; and 3. how to dress. I'm not completely hopeless; I haven't sold the family farm so I can buy the fashion magazines (or the recommended makeup or clothes). But it may be possible that I have reached the height of vanity when I shower, do a complete make-up job, fix my hair and pick out my cutest clothes so that I can go to my sisters house and spend the day there by myself doing my laundry!

I love to use makeup; I want to have fabulous hair; I adore new clothes; I find cute, new shoes almost irresistible, and you already know that I'm a little neurotic about my weight. All those things that are so, so very important in America today.

My perfect day would be to get up, have breakfast with Bruce and then head to a day-spa. I'd get the works: a massage, facial, manicure and pedicure. I had a pedicure for the first time last year--something that seemed like a fluffy extra that I wouldn't care about. My feet looked so nice and pink and felt so soft! I've been dying to have another one. Well, anyway, I'd want to have all those things done. And these places do have "gentlemen's facials" as well as gentlemen's manicures and other stuff, so Bruce wouldn't have to spend the whole day just watching me be spoiled. Although I'm not sure that would bother him.

No, I guess it would have to be a perfect two days. The first day we'd go to breakfast then go get our hair done (I'd have to find a place that would follow my curly-girl ways). Then we'd spend the afternoon shopping for new clothes—for both of us. We could go to dinner and the theater (live, not movie) and spend the night in a nice bed and breakfast. The second day we could wear our new clothes and do the day-spa thing. OK. Make it three days. After the day-spa we'd go to dinner and spend another night at the bed and breakfast. Then we could just play around the third day.

I truly do love being a wife and a mom. But just think...to have three days of being a girl, with none of the usual daily business. Just a few nice days of living the carefree life we had when we were single—but with the privileges of being married. And then I'd be happy to go back to real life again.