I would have to say this has been a good week for me:
1. I got called "sexy mama" by an out-of-state 32-year-old.
2. A work friend told me I was special to him (not in a hitting-on way, just a sweet guy way) and told me I "ka-rushed" a project he'd ask me to help on (not in a you-ruined-it way, just a you-done-good way).
3. Thanks to the eclectic and hilarious Mister Pants, I got some laughs in my first improv class in over a year. As rusty as I was, there's nothing like a little positive audience response to WD40 the old comedy chops. (I wish you could've heard his Tijuana tattoo story. It killed.)