Thanks. I Think.

MENTAL STATUS: "Less frazzled." The house is only semi-clean, I still need food for tonight's BBQ, but I did manage to get a lot done yesterday.

I think I've become one of those people who can't take a compliment.

Oh, people try, but I just can't accept it and move on. And now I've taken this rebuking of praise a step further and have switched to analyzing them, as well.

Take Sunday, for example. I haven't seen the mother (or her family) of my daughter's friend in about a year. She sees me for the first time and notices that I've highlighted my hair. Fine. She even gushes on about how much she likes it. I thank her quickly--without making eye contact because I can't accept a compliment--and try to switch subjects. But then her mother steps into the picture and begins harping on my hair now. She begins saying stuff like how great it looks now. How much younger I look now.

Okay. My hair looks good, but that good? Whatever.

Then, on Monday I see my friend's sister, who's also in town. She sees me and goes on and on about my hair, how great it looks, how she wouldn't have recognized me, how much younger I look, yada yada.

At this point, I'm REALLY not happy, but I manage a polite smile of thanks. I think. But why should I be thankful? These women have all but said I look a thousand times better than I did a year ago. Hey, I looked good before! Trust me. And what's with the younger looking remark? Just how old did they think I was, anyway? I'm in my thirties!! Gee, was I that repulsive before? I had no idea my Quasimodo-grandmotherly face offended.

**deep sigh** See? I can't take a compliment.

Obviously, I'm been dwelling over this for WAY too long. I'll blame it on stress again.

Anyway, I'm leaving Tomorrow--EARLY. But I won't tell you where I'm going or when I'll be back. But I just recharged the camera, so you can be sure I'll have plenty of pictures.


Have fun while I'm away.