Stop the presses...

Cause I'm in an insanely good mood today. Yeah, I know -- what's up with that, huh?

I'm thinking it has something to do with Cameron telling me that I looked pretty before we left the house this morning. It was just so darn sweet, and the fact that in reality I look like utter hell today (seriously, I don't have a stitch of make-up on, and my hair is in some wild messy knot atop my head) doesn't matter because he thought I looked pretty, and what could be more lovely than that?

You know, sometimes I'd almost swear that Cameron's #1 mission in life is to drive me completely out of my mind, but mostly he just makes me feel so extremely wonderful.

Sigh. I love that kid.