God, I don't care what anyone else thinks of me. I'm finally comfortable in my own body!
I thought this as I galloped down the stairs with the dogs for a walk mid-morning in my colorful and mismatched pajamas and crazy sleep hair.
And as my face enjoyed the sunshine, it was too late to notice who was coming to the foreground of the afternoon.
Two attractive army men. Jogging. Genuine smiles on their faces.
The cuter of the two spoke as they ran by.
"Hey, how ya doin'?"
A goofy smile and two dogs later, I was running up the stairs, cursing my late sleeping attire.
I laughed at myself, at the words spoken only a minute before coming face to face with a drive-by eye-meeting with a cute guy.
God, I think Graham Cooke is right. You really do have a sense of humor.
