Redheads

I just got back from my walk. I joined a walking club at work about a month and a half ago. At first, I just joined because I am in a wedding coming up (this Friday!!) and I wanted to make sure I looked super-fabulous. But now, I am actually enjoying myself. I work out frequently during my lunch hour, and at times, I find a few minutes to go for a quick walk after the baby is down for the night.

Anywho--can you believe I get a heck of a lot more attention in my tank top and shorts than when I wear my husband's old tshirts and shorts? I mean, yea, I've got nice boobs, but I'm not THAT good looking. Or am I?

I dyed my hair red last week. My best friend is getting married Friday, and her colors are red and black. I thought it would be cute (okay, adorable really) to have red hair for the ceremony. At first, I hated it. But now, I'm really digging it. It's made me spunkier, if that's possible. (For those of you who don't know me, Spunky is my middle name. No, not really! It's a figure of speech, dillweed). I have this self-confidence that is just oozing out my pores now. I am HOT. H-O-T!

Yea, that's right boys. Stare at me as I walk right past your doorstep. Make eyes at me. Whistle. Pick your jaw up from the ground. Sexy Smiles is here, and she's here to stay. I'll be back tomorrow night, same time. Might be a good time to "water the plants."