We went to see Starsky and Hutch last night. Loved it! I am now officially a Ben Stiller fan. You should check it out. "DO IT, DO IT"

We also went to the casino last night and came home with more than we brought with us, so all in all, it was a good night.

Started to paint the bathroom. The ceiling is a dark blue and I was going to leave it that way, but now that the brown paint is on the walls, I think I'm going to have to get rid of the blue all together. I might buy the ceiling and trim paint today.

Today marks the end of the third week of my diet and exercise thing. I've only lost about four pounds and no more than 3/4 of an inch - but, I do feel better. I feel stronger. I'm not giving up yet.

When I dropped off the kids to the he-ex on Friday, he told me that my hair looked like shit. I laughed it off, telling him that I thought it looked good and that mine looks a hundred times better than his. (Wish I could insert a pic) Hubby tells me "I can't believe he said that to you. What an ass!" But he didn't say, "No, he's wrong - your hair looks good."
This perplexes me. Did my hair look like shit that day? If it did, then I appreciate the he-ex telling me so. I thought that it looked good. I really did. Does Hubby think that it looked like shit also and just didn't want to say anything? He's so great in that he never puts me down. He respects my decisions and loves me for who I am - BUT....I wonder if he always tells me exactly how he feels. Where am I going with this you ask? I don't know for sure. I'm just trying to figure out why I liked being told that I look like shit I guess. Is that messed up?