Just so you know…

I've had the grumps all week.

Tomorrow's my birthday.

These statements may, or may not, be connected. But when one is off the grog for FebFast and one's nose is scabrous (albeit now sunspot-free thanks to an acid-wielding dermatologist), clinging to one's forties doesn't seem like such a great thing to celebrate.

I despise whiners, especially when it's me, so as soon as my husband and kids were out the door this morning, I decided to make some changes.

I washed and blow-dried my hair, put on a...