Who's That Girl?

When you see her, say a prayer and kiss your heart good-bye...


She's trouble...in a word, get closer to that fire....


Run faster...her laughter burns you up inside...


Quien es esa nina, who's that girl?

Ok, so maybe Madonna didn't write that about me and maybe I don't do all THAT stuff to you...but "Who's that girl" is what comes to mind when I look at myself in the mirror.

Don't worry...you don't have to kiss your heart good-bye...

Only David does. And he has.

Last Friday when I went with the kiddos to the pumpkin patch, I saw this beautiful woman who happened to be short (bonus!) with GORGEOUS hair! Now, don't get her confused with me as her hair was illustrious and thick. But, never-the-less, I stopped her and asked if I could take a photo of her hair. I promised not to publish her on the Internet or anything, and that's why you don't see her here. So, after some chatting I knew all about her haircare regimen.

A few hours later, I was in her hairdresser's chair...with a LOT of coaxing from some friends and family. After the gasps and tears passed (all from me of course), the compliments began. And haven't stopped since! And it isn't even highlighted yet.

But, I still catch a glimpse of myself in that mirror and am caught off guard. Now...if the change fairy could just fall upon some other areas...