Tonight was the “Me and My Guy” dance for my daughter’s Girl Scout troop. A good time was had by mostly all and, to top it off, yours truly won the “Pretty As a Princess” competition thanks to some wonderful spackle . . . er, makeup . . . work by my daughter, Devyn, and her friend, Aly. I was positively ravishing and, if someone gets me drunk enough or sends enough money, I might even post pictures. Assuming that no one else posts pictures, that is, and I’ve already begun to systematically murder each person at the shindig tonight who even touched a camera.

The highlight of the evening, though, had to be myself and a local doctor sitting in our respective chairs singing “I Feel Pretty” as our daughters made us up to look like French whores.

Really, does life get much better than that?