It's been one of those weeks. I am behind on sleep and ahead on headaches, and looking slightly worse for wear....a bit death-warmed-overish. Unfortunately, today we were scheduled to sign our life insurance policies. I thought the whole reheated death portrayal might mess with our agent's confidence in my youth and vitality...so I allowed my hand to go heavy with the blusher.

Miles picked me up and immediately he was aflutter with compliments. Well, as "aflutter" as my Miles gets. Pat, with whom we met, was also quite generous with complimentary utterances.

Fraudulent smile plastered to my face, I thanked them both and realized that I must usually look like crap. Or, perhaps, that I look my best made up as a floozy.