Yep! It's brown!

For those of you who know me from my former singlehood and childhood, I've been getting a lot of comments about my hair. No it's not dyed. I am no longer a blonde so down with the stupido blonde jokes!! They no longer apply to me- they never did really, despite what my father-in-law will tell you. I could swear I've always been so much intelligenter than that. With every child my hair gets darker and darker. My aunt didn't even recognize me when she saw me last year. Crazy. Being a brunette isn't so bad though. I kinda like it. My eyebrows do too.

"Beautiful"

I was just at Wal Marts and my cashier who was very fast, referred to me, as "Beautiful."
"Did you just call me 'Beautiful?' I asked.
"Yes. I'm sorry. Is that okay? You're too young to be called Ma'am and I don't know your name yet." I quickly learned that she believes life is too short to complain about someone calling you beautiful, as some customers do. I was more than happy to smile and reassure her again that I didn't mind.
"Well, you have a good day." I said.
"You too, Gorgeous."