This morning, as I was getting ready, I noticed something strange: it wasn't raining outside! Holy cow. Then, when I got in my car, I quietly cursed the bright, summery sunshine for hurting my eyes.

And my head. I felt a migraine coming on last night, and I've done everything in my power to fight it off, including going to bed at 8:45 pm, wearing sunglasses indoors, etc. The good news is that my brain scan came back normal. The bad news is that the diagnosis came back as: classic, severe migraines. So now I get to continue playing the little game I like to call What Foods/Drinks/Allergens/Life Occurrences Cause These Darn Headaches? One of my coworkers suggested marriage.

Speaking of marriage, when I got home from dance class last night, my husband had cleaned the house, made the bed, done half the dishes and started the laundry. I said "Wow! The house looks amazing babe! Thanks!" to which he responded "Yeah, you're a slacker," which left me wondering if I was a bad wife for letting the house get messy this week. I quickly consoled myself with the fact that Bryan is the primary mess-maker (at least in my book), and the guilt passed.

And speaking of guilt, I am so relieved that there are other normal, educated, enlightened women out there that like The Girls Next Door! Whew.

And finally, tonight's the big Officer Slumber Party. Wish me luck!