I have got to admit that since I had Tiny Tank I have let myself go quiet a bit. Now, I was never the primping princess who spent hours getting all dolled up but I did look cute with a hint of makeup and my hair well kept. However, now that Tiny Tank has come I am ashamed to say that my hair is usually slapped up in an elastic with scraggly bits hanging haphazardly around my face while the closest thing I wear to makeup is unknown Heinz peas and carrots smooshed on my cheek.

Today, was the exception. Last night I went out for a night on the town with a group of Mommy's from my "New Mom's Group". I will admit most of our "Mom's on the Loose" conversations revolved around who's baby was crawling, who wasn't getting any sleep and who's baby was eating what. But now I am digressing....

Anyways, I got my hair done for my outing last night along with picking up a cute new outfit and jewelry to boot. This morning, I skipped my usual shower and threw on some clothes lying on the bathroom floor becuase I was running late... The result of one to many mojitos last night.

My mother was taking care of Tiny Tank so I could run a few errands and while I was out I stopped at the local Macs gas station to fill up. When I ran inside to pay (and pick up my mandatory slushie) the man behind the counter flashed me a big grin and looked me up and down.

I have to tell you, it caught me off guard. With a quick smile and a glance at my chest (yes my first thought was "Did Tiny Tank leave me a small present?") I realized he was checking me out. "Weird," I thought as I began to think of the reminants of last nights makeup and some tousled yet apparently sexy hair along with my jeans and black tank top I had on.

In an instant the fella was leaning across the counter purring at me that he was off work at 4, if I wanted to catch a bite to eat with him since he hasn't seen me around before. Looking at him I almost... well OK I did, burst out laughing. "Are we really going to do this?" I asked as I pulled my debit out and swiped it into the machine. Looking slightly puzzled but intrigued he replied with an "Oh yeah!" and leaned even closer.

Laughing I pointed at my SUV and said "if you take a close look I have a bumper sticker that advertises my husband is a soldier, and another one that states there is a baby on board." With a horrified look he slide himself back over the counter, creating a much needed barrier as he gingerly passed me my receipt. "Oh!" was all he murmured at me as he turned a funny shade of red with a hint of green mixed in.

As I pushed the door open, I flipped my long dark hair back over my shoulder, flashed him my most killer smile and replied "But thanks for making my day!"