My husband and I saw Spamalot last night.  It was very entertaining, lighthearted, good fun.  Jolly good.   I had my hair cut and styled just before.  It was kind of a coincidence as I am not the type of person to get my hair done for an occasion.  Anyway, I looked very, very different.  Almost like a different person.  It was similar to one of those before and after makeover shows.  I was the “woman who makes little effort” to “wow”.  An example of the change, and it is a little embarrassing, is that my family went crazy.  They dragged themselves away from Wii and Facebook and whatever else and marvelled.  Is this really our mother?  I swear my daughter seemed to love me more.  Perhaps my who cares attitude distresses her- she who is apparently in possession of some girly-girl genetic material from I don’t know where.  She was so happy to help me with my dress, clasp my necklace, touch my hair, pick out a lip gloss.   Finally she got to have a mother-daughter experience that she’s really been craving.  She has a little friend with a va-va-va-voom mother.  A “tight skirt, mani-pedi, full face of make-up, flowing hair, breast implant” (last descriptor not necessary and kind of mean) mother. She even talks like Jessica Rabbit.  I know she thinks this woman is wonderful.  The getting ready for Spamalot experience has taught me a couple of things.  One, I need to buy a flat iron.  Two, I need to be more active in nurturing who she is and having a little fun with it, so she finds some moderation.