screw the "In which..." from now on!

Anyone have a miracle cure for ingrown hairs? .... I'd go into more detail and all but, well, you'll thank me for not doing so. But yeah, miracle cure?

Last night when getting ready for bed I was having a little dance in front of the mirror (Now, I must explain here despite popular belief my "dancing" is not gyrating and hip flicking and boob shaking (you need boob's for this apparently). I like to knot my hands into fists, stuff them under my arm pits with my elbows sticking out and stomp my feet as fast as I can until I burst into a fit of giggles. Some say my 16 month old has more rhythm that I do...And yes, I do dance for Husband like this) when husband came in to the bedroom. He watched me for a minute, use to my self amusing antics and climbed into bed. I, feeling quiet energized by my dance, bounced into bed and with a little wiggle slid up against him. And then it went a little something like this...

Me: Do you think I'm pretty?

Him: Yes.

Me: Do you think I'm clever?

Him: Yes.

Me: Do you think I'm strong?

Him: Yes.

Me: Do you think I'm funny?

Him: Yes.

This went on for about 10 minutes. Me asking questions about myself and him answering, always with a yes and (I'm pleased to say) he rarely hesitated... Eventually he looked at me, giving my knee a light squeeze and said

"Are you feeling a little bit insecure at the moment, baby?"

Me: No...

Him: Then why are you looking for reassurances about all those things?

Me: Oh, I'm not. I was just making sure we're in agreement... you know, on the same page.

I'm so fab.