December 16, 2013

I spent the morning finishing my holiday-related shopping, seeing my chiropractor, and realizing that I might be cute. I say this because I noticed like five different people in Target looking at me way longer than anyone has looked at me in a long time. Mom was there with me, so I asked her: “Do I look especially good today or something? Is it the red scarf?” She said I look how I always look, but that I was way more energetic and smiley than usual. Which makes sense. I’ve been told my face lights up when I’m happy, and that it’s a flattering look for me. That’s good. I’d hate to be someone who looks better sad.

Happy? Happy is contagious. 

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