I'm not sure what it says about me that I've been so hopped up on self-maintenance lately. Today we went for the whole eyebrow-waxing thing, b/c otherwise I look like Brezhnev. Or Colin Farrell, but not in a good, sexy, Black Irish kinda way.

Unlike the generations of self-sacrificing, exemplary mothers from whom I am descended, I have no difficulty spending money on myself or thinking my needs count. I feel guilty about this. A little.